A Knife at the Throat
It was spring, and the river bottom teemed with larks. Groundhog burrows along the banks flashed with furry brown, their holes deep enough for fence posts. My older brother Curt an…
It was spring, and the river bottom teemed with larks. Groundhog burrows along the banks flashed with furry brown, their holes deep enough for fence posts. My older brother Curt an…