Hudson nailed the boards he’d carved together in order, sweat already pouring down his face though it was only mid-morning. His stomach growled, but he kept the hammer moving, determined to get all the signs done before lunch.
Hound got up from the porch and started down the steps, panting as he went. But Carson wasn’t home, and his two dogs were inside …
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