COLD FEET
Mar 16, 2021
2 minutes
BY JEFF JOHNSTON
Ice clung to their gun barrels, and the old Lab’s teeth chattered like a railcar. Three men and one boy hunkered with their collars up, chins tucked like prizefighters and hands buried in coat pockets. The thermometer said 10 degrees, but it was closer to minus 10 on the shallow, windswept water. Shane elbowed his father sitting next
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