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Ohio summers were usually suffocating and hot in Knox County, and this one was no exception, at least not while the sun was up. The scorching rays of a cloudless sun dried up anything in the bottom of Owl Creek. The waterless ravine revealed boulders, and dead tree branches. Now, evening was approaching; the last rays of daylight hid behind the trees, and filtered down--a chill crept in. Nine-year-old Sarah Jameson, and her slightly older brother, Cal, stood on the south bank of the creek-bed. They often played there, amusing themselves with nature's free toys--sticks, stones, dirt, and trees. "Better not go too far," Cal reminded her. "I know." They never entered very deeply into the woods. It was step-dad's turf, and where he went with his dog, Red, to hunt for rabbits. He'd told them about how hunters set traps and caught animals; they struggled and sometimes tried to chew their legs off to escape. She shuddered The forest spoke to her now--the faint, echoing sounds of animal life--birds and other creatures. A sense of peace flowed over her. Cal retrieved the rope dangling from the tree, and jumped on it. Sarah put her hand up, and squinted into the sunlight, looking back at their home near the road. Twigs snapped beneath her shoes as she knelt down by a tree; her hands peeled away dead bark from its trunk. A song she'd heard on the radio resonated though her mind. Humming it now, a visual of Running Bear with his Little White Dove together brought a smile. Her gaze returned to the craggy sides and down into the sandy creekbed. At least four cars stacked on top of each other could fit inside. She turned to her brother, who was still swinging. "Aren't you afraid that you might fall in?" "No." With a thud, he landed on the ground near her, and held the rope out. "Here. I dare you." ********************************************************************************************************************** *This is a short story. It is based on real events. Here is the link to the rest of it.
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