A dark little shape moved in the night near a farmhouse in Plymouth, Vt. Rooting peacefully in the grassroots, it was suddenly aware of another, clamorous creature rushing at it, a barking dog. The door of the farmhouse opened and out came a little man who peered across the road into the night, disappeared indoors, reappeared accompanied by a woman with a bright light flashing in her hand. The little man was carrying a long dark object, a shotgun. While the dog, a chow called Tim, continued his barking, while the woman,...
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