He grabs a glass of water, sighing softly. It was demanding work today, rewarding nevertheless. He looks out of the window and his heart nearly falls out of his chest. There’s a small figure sitting on one of his fences, in between the corn and cattle. He’s not an angry man, but he grabs his flashlight already practicing the stern tone he’ll be using on this delinquent. He walks quickly up the path, opening his mouth as he draws closer, then falls silent.
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