Douglas Scott

Published by Douglas Scott at Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual persons, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2011 by Douglas Scott


“Dad, Harley won’t help with the tent.”

Bud Houghton looked over to his son. The twelve-year-old was struggling with his tent as he tried to force it back into its carry bag. The tent seemed to be winning. It wasn’t helping that Larky, Zach’s little beagle, was trying to bite his son’s shoelaces at the same time.

“Harley! Quit flirting with Jeff and help your brother! It’s getting dark.”

Zach’s twin sister turned, her face red with embarrassment. “I was not flirting,” she hissed. “We were just talking.”

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