The old White Smoke Jumper boots didn't fit me. They had belonged to my dad, and they were big boots to fill. I woke up in Dad's cabin after he died, on one of those idyllic autumn mornings when the mist hangs low in the timber, and the grouse are in the forest calling for you.
It was me and my German shorthair, Brig, along with Dad's aging Irish setter, Boon, and we had one last walk to take.
Genre: General Fiction
It was me and my German shorthair, Brig, along with Dad's aging Irish setter, Boon, and we had one last walk to take.
Genre: General Fiction
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