They park off the blacktop in the cold early dawn and walk through deep woods to the clearing. The man scatters corn across the frosted ground. Inside the blind, he hands the boy a scoped rifle and winks. It is solemn fun, waiting for manhood to arrive.
Barry Basden lives in Texas with his wife and two yellow Labs. He’s been published here and there and edits Camroc Press Review.
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