Umber (47.19 — Oleander’s Story)
August 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
Just then, Silvertip came back with the ball. Luther threw a dirt clod at him. Silvertip yelped, then growled at Luther.
“Keep your dog under control, or I’ll get my mom’s pistol and teach him a lesson.”
This was not something I had expected to hear. The shock must have been visible on my face. I clutched my dog tightly. Satisfied that I was sufficiently frightened, Luther sauntered away.
I yelled, “My dad gave me this dog, and he wouldn’t like it if you hurt him!”
Luther laughed and said something I couldn’t hear. I took Silvertip into the house.