Truro 1

It was getting late. I’d been collecting wood out on the ridge, and the rain was just coming on as I built a fire in the hearth. That’s when I heard the knock on the door. It was rare I’d have visitors, so I figured it must be Davey before I answered. I still picked up a pan just in case. Davey would laugh at me as soon as he saw it, and take the rip. But he didn’t. He just stood there, soaked to the skin, and said, “The cops are after me. We’ve got to run!”

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