Two dogs playing on top of brownish grass

The Lookout Tree

“Are they gone?” Danny gasps. He is still a heap on the platform, motionless except for the heaving of his chest.

“Nope,” I say. “We’re gonna have to wait.”

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“Are they gone?” Danny gasps. He is still a heap on the platform, motionless except for the heaving of his chest.

“Nope,” I say. “We’re gonna have to wait.”