ETHAN WINTER
August 6, 2018
A mild breeze sent a soft ripple across the top of the leafy bower. The pair of travelers paused on the path below. Old Meadows smiled and nudged his youthful companion in the ribs.
“This bodes well, don’t you see? Don’t you know?” said Old Meadows. “Listen to the calm.”
“How do you mean?” asked the youth.
“Shhh, just listen,” whispered Old Meadows.
The pair listened. Soon both of them were smiling.
“Yep,” said Old Meadows, nodding, “it’s going to be an Ethan Winter for sure.”
And it was.
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