Seth

A final moment of happiness

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The sun didn’t show that morning. An unbroken stream of gray filled the western Ohio sky, carried on a chill breeze. The air felt heavy, wet. James Linderman didn’t care for it. Deer would be scarce this morning, more so if the rains came. Cloaked in a stand of young beech gone rusty in autumn’s embrace, he set the butt of his long rifle on the ground and leaned the barrel against a tree trunk, then he…