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THE COUNTRY BOY
were open but were not focused on any one particular thing. They were blank and expressionless, but his body was still warm. I sat against the big round back that had
carried me after the sheep so many dark nights and I thought of the picnics we had gone to, and I fondled the mane I used to braid for the gala occasions. I could see the faint scars of the collar and tugs that had been left when
