Category Archives: down by the creek

Stove up from work­ing the har­vest, Jessie hob­bled up the porch steps hold­ing his hand out for Chester. “Ches,” he called. The old blood­hound, “noth­ing but ears and ribs” snooz­ing in the shape of a ques­tion mark, usu­al­ly stum­bled up … Con­tin­ue read­ing →