Red

The old man hears them before he sees them, the three boys coming over the hill, disturbing the peace by the river where hs fishing. He smells gun oil too, too much oil on a brand-new shotgun. These arent hunters, theyre rich kids who dont care about the river and the fish and the old man. Or his dog. Red is the name of the old mans dog, his best friend in the world. And when the boys shoot the dog -- for nothing, for simple spite -- he sees red, like a mist before his eyes. And before the whole thing is done therell be more red. Red for blood...

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