Sunday, January 13, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday – The Willow and the Stone

"Hush!  He wasn't hunting no damned rabbit.  That smile—"  Dawn shuddered "—and the way he was holding the gun ... he held it loose down by his hip, but his finger was on the trigger, and it was aimed right at Trippe."   Her eyes grew dark with fear.  "We're going to have to sneak out when we leave the farm.  I don't think they'll let us go."

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