Short stories
Like shoulders of dirty gray rock, irregular, ghostly under the pale moonlight, the sheep spread out over the hillside, dozing contentedly. On the crest of the short slope that was the pasture, a big gray and white dog sat watching the flock. From time to time he started off i...
Like shoulders of dirty gray rock, irregular, ghostly under the pale moonlight, the sheep spread out over the hillside, dozing contentedly. On the crest of the short slope that...
2. Part 2But his heart somehow wasn’t in it. He swung wildly. Missed purposely. The dog’s thick roach-hair lifted automatically. He snarled. Involuntarily. Not in anger. But this outward...