We think he shot our dog. At least dad thinks so. I’m not sure he had a wife but sometimes, some woman or other, lived there. He had 2 girls; one was friends with my sister but the younger one was mean like her dad. Maybe she was just scared. Rumor was he was cruel to his horses. His place was run down and surrounded by old run down cars. And his goats were always getting out. One day, a mean old goat butted poor Mrs B. (who dad said was “big as a barn”), all the way from her mailbox at the end of the road, home. When riding my bike by his house, I pedaled extra fast.
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