Holding His Ground
His car waited in the driveway, but John hesitated. What if the bear came down? What if it was already hunting for the missing sack? The thought froze him until Mark barked through the phone, “Get in the car, John—now!” Snapping back to reality, John obeyed, sliding behind the wheel. He locked the doors and gripped the steering wheel tightly. His heart thudded in his chest, his mind racing with questions.
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