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I liked hearing it.
Too much.
The porch creaked behind us.
Hank emerged.
Moving slower than usual.
His gout was acting up again.
He looked at me.
Then the rifle.
Then the yard.
"See anything?"
"No."
"Good."
We both knew what he really meant.
No Gerald.
Not yet.
Hank nodded.
Satisfied.
Because he knew if Gerald showed up?
He wouldn't get anywhere near Sadie.
Not while I was breathing.
A truck engine sounded in the distance.
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Sadie felt it.
So did Hank.
The truck appeared around the bend.
Not Gerald.
Feed delivery.
I relaxed.
Barely.
Sadie noticed.
