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.

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