Red Rover
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I dart in and out, nipping and weaving, keeping its attention divided.
It doesn’t take long. The buck collapses.
Dinner’s coming early tonight.
I shift behind a tree and grab the basketball shorts and oversized shirt from one of the hidey-holes we keep scattered around the woods. Pulling them on, I come back to Papi.
“Fucking hell, that thing put up a fight.”
He chuffs but grunts when I haul the deer across his back.
I steady it as he stands and we head back toward the house.
Talk? he asks over the link.
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