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Added: Jun 06 2017
It was late dusk of a cold, windy day. Randy Lane and Lefty Larkin, had gone rabbit hunting in the afternoon, as much for the pleasure of tramping through the countryside, talking things over together, as for the hunting itself. It was growing dark as they paused at the riverbank on the old bridge. As they stood watching the swift current river, swollen by the winter rains, they noticed the figure of a young woman standing on the bridge, looking down into the dark waters...