Four of us walked a logging road, shotguns pointed down, and it darted out of the bushes. One of the boys — they all went to Vietnam and two came back mostly whole, except for 40 or 60 years of coming nightmares and regrets — pulled up and put it down.
Just like that. A blur of fur one second, a limp body the next.
The boys were fast, three country boys in the Alabama woods on an autumn day, dragging along their cousin &mdas ...
Posted by: colleen clopton
Comment: #1
Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:04 AM
What was the point of this story? Just a story? Nice work. To send a message? Guns in the hands of you and your cousins could have hurt you and your cousins. O, sorry, they were excellent shots and never would have hit you.
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