Hunter stood with his elbows up on the top rung of the fence. He could remember when he couldn’t do that, when he’d had to stand on the bottom rung to even see over the top. Now, though, he stood tall enough to see over almost any fence or door here at the farm, and as he breathed in the last of the truly hot summer air, Hunter felt more at peace than h…
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