Note to subscribers: If you have already read this story, nothing is changed in substance. I reformatted it to correct indentations. WHB 11/12/23 When I was a high school senior, a doctor named Bristol owned three-thousand acres out on the river, including a few abandoned farms. Overgrown pea patches, vegetable gardens, and cornfields remained, and Lespedeza thrived in the meadows. Wild quail ate like royalty, and there were so many I should have killed my limit every time, but they darted and dodged at warp speed and most of them flew away laughing.
Excellent. A perfect Halloween tale, well told. Glad to know ol' Speck wasn't gunshy like another dog we know.
Nicely done! Very Rod Serling....
Old Speck! Great story! I was delighted to start my day with a new story from The Frogtown Croaker. Thanks!