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ewfs.”
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have
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told
man!”
me that
T.J.
before.
said
’t done.”
. “I wish ya would attention to it.
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said.
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are some funny though,” Ronnie do it
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hun
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think you can drink until
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h
m
er
with them. Y
back alive trying to keep up don’
t got to eat any of it if ya Louis’ fingers were full of arthritis and
.
thought about the amount of pain his
T.J.
over there if ther
ou couldn’t hold your own
Ronnie.
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t want to.”
played the same joke on me,” said had to carry aroun
father
T
out before he told me.”
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d everyday. He thought
pain he couldn’t.
could see and all the
change
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g. “
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and
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everything,”
n
t
g it would
now I’m stuck with i
take it and closer look.”
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listened, racked with heavy t
The woods were deafen
houghts.
ing and T.J.
ain’
“
t no pl
Stop that cryin, b
t.”
oy,” Louis said. “Thi Dee
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p gra
stepped
ss b
out into the golden light.
sni
ace for t
s
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hat.” grey grassh
ent beneath them and heavy
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was born in
on
ren
oppers leapt at them in a terrible
his
zy.
deer
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s
ro
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uched down and put his hand
called
and but has
rem
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m
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k
e
n
r
o
…
w
it
y
’s
ou’re hurtin, boy. But stood back, giving
hick neck. Louis and Ronnie
t
Miramichi home for
fi
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rs
e
t
n
la
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s
v
t
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l
e
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ight years. His
man.”
resilience that defines a world. A clou
him all the space in the
for the Am
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d of black flies circled T.J. and
novel award and t
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a
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ed and pulled himself together. bellowed
deer.
award. He i
he Relit
puppy,” Ronnie asked.
re you gonna do with the muddy pla
loudly
Birds chirped and sang. Frogs
ce. A sq
to
ui
one
rrel—
another
ag
working
s currently
novel.
on his second
b
it
e
a
i
t
n
e
from
g
d
some
the trees—scolded them for
h
in
e
re
on
.
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.
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f
.
a reminder of what
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I lost.”
.J. said. “It’s too big of
“Y
do a thing
“O
ou’re not gonna kill it
f cou
like tha
rse not,
t.”
” said T.J.
, are ya?”
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said
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ld
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a
p
p
u
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p
p
py?” Louis
looking at it too hard.”
py just by
that in me
“Not me,” said T.J. “I don’t think I got
app
L
ea
o
r
u
e
i
d
s
.”
p
in
u
t a finger to his lips. A deer
muscular and didn’
the cle
t make a sound.
aring. It was big and
position.
Louis
Ronnie
and his
and
boy
T
s
.J.
mo
raised
ved sl
their
owly
rifles
into
a
b
t
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t
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te
a
r
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s
i
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o
g
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finger gently hugge
ad showed him. His
giving it the slo
d the trigger before
entered the skull right
w sq
behind
ueeze.
the
The bullet
The
on its long legs and then fell all a
deer was young and strong. It
lef
topple
t eye.
d
“I think I got him,” T.J. whispered.
t once.
“Y
Ronnie whistled. “Great shot
ou got him,” said Louis.
Louis put his arm around
T.J.”
shoulders. “This is your first deer
h
, right?”
is son’s
“Y
“C
eah.”
’mon,” said Louis. “You gotta eat
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