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Finding the needle in the briar patch impossible – or not

 

February 24, 2021



The rain was heavy and it was hard to see in the darkness.

I was glad that I had put my rain pants and boots on when I left the house. I pulled on my raincoat as I stepped out of the truck. I was wet before I got the jacket on; the rain was drenching.

I peered at a blank wall of small fir trees and brush. Ayres had said to come to this corner of his place when he called this morning.

The phone had shocked me awake from a sound sleep; the clock said 3:00 a.m. It was Ayres on the line.

Ayres was an old logger with a small farm on Scott Mountain. He had lost an eye in the woods, and I alway...



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