By Jean Peterson
Rascal hobbled to the barn door. He leaned on the make-shift crutch, which was a stick, and looked out to the driveway. Banjo was laying stretched out, soaking up the sweet summer sun.
“Mangy dog,” sniveled Rascal. He reached into his pocket and removed the bell he’d been using to summon the ranch crew. The masked menace would jingleRead More