It was in the gloaming of a hot, July evening. I was dressed in jeans, an Elvis tee shirt, and farm boots, cleaning weeds near the stream that runs under our driveway.A bristling wind suddenly lifted the leaves and I looked up to see the skies darkening further. I called to the dogs.“Y’all c’mon. It’s comin’ up a cloud. Let’s go!”The two of them — a red dach...
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