Slim ran a three-finger hand through his hair; his chin dropped to his chest. “I don’t know what the world’s coming to,” he said.
Moose shook his head. “Big Sam was having a barbeque, you say?
“Yeah, last Saturday. I never seen a kid so broken up. Poor Jackie.”
“That Big Sam’s kid?”
“Yeah, small for his age—only nine years old. He’s the one found it.” Slim looked away; his shoulders sagged.
Moose cleared his throat. “Geez—no way.” He closed his eyes.
“Kid can’t get it—his new dog is dead. Had the pup but two months,” Slim said in a gruff voice.
“They know who done it?”
“Nope, but it was white lightening in the water dish.
“Ah, stupid. Stupid waste.”
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