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The Rogue Goes to the Dogs

by Tux Toledo

Page 15


The drive home was quiet and tedious.  Al parked the transporter in front of the barn and took the horses to the stables.  Nick walked quietly into his house without saying goodbye.

"Sir," James said.  He was in the groom's area of the transporter.

"What is it, James?"

"I think you should see this."  He reached under one of the saddles and pulled out a pistol.

"What is it?"

"It's a pellet gun, sir."

"A pellet gun?  I wonder what that's doing here?"

“Perhaps to scare off varmint.”

“Perhaps.”


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