He picked up an unusual rock and stuck it in his pocket. He didn’t have one anything like it in his collection. Reaching his favorite fishing spot, he settled in. The slow awakening of dawn made him smile. It was his favorite time of day. This particular morning was cloudy, and rain threatened to intrude. He hoped it would come. Boone was never one to run from a storm. He preferred to be under the shelter of an awning when one blew in, but should he get caught and soaked, so be it. He’d still appreciate it. His thoughts were interrupted by a booming voice. “Thought you’d get the lead on me this morning, did ya?” Clyde Williamson crossed the ten-foot distance between them quickly. “Well, hey there, Preacher. You did say to meet you at sunrise. Sun isn’t up yet, is it?” “No, it isn’t. But you’ve already started. I guess I’d better hurry if I want to catch up with the likes of you.”
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