Mack and Grandpa sat at the pond at the back of the property, two bass already in the live well.
Mack’s Grandpa was fidgety today, which was as strange as a frog carrying a newspaper. He was always calm.
Grandpa handed Mack a fifty.
“Run to McKenzie’s and get me a hacksaw.”
“Grandpa, you got five hacksaws hangin...’”
“I want a new one. Git.”
Mack got the hacksaw. He was worried about Grandpa. Most people in town didn’t like Grandpa. Mack was never sure why.
When he came over the hill, he saw the Sherrif’s helicopter hovering over the pond.
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