John?" came a small voice. There, standing in the doorway from the kitchen, was Chris with his favorite snuggly toy, the one with the blue-and-gray plaid flannel leg. "What'cha doing, John?" Preacher's face melted into a soft smile and he went to the boy. He lifted him into his arms. "Huntin'," he said. "Just a little huntin'." "Where's Mom?" Preacher kissed his pink cheek. "She'll be back pretty soon. She's off on errands. And you're going to stay with Mel and Brie while we're huntin'." *"
( Robyn Carr )
[ Shelter Mountain ]
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