“Well this is grisly,” said Mrs. Twinny, before she could stop herself. Bobby sobbed. “Come here. It’ll be okay.”
A noisy truck came to a stop in the driveway just as the three were leaving the barn. A tall, mustachioed man got out and in deep voice announced, “Animal Control here.… Are you Mrs. Twinny? Here for a monkey.”
His shiny black boots crunched the gravel as he walked toward them. He furrowed his brow at the sight of the shotgun in the older woman’s hand and the boy’s tears. “Everything all right here?” he said. Addressing, Bobby he asked in lowered voice, “Son?”
Bobby smiled and nodded. He yelled at Rex to quit barking.
“Oh, don’t mind this.” She lifted the shotgun and let it fall back to her thigh. “The monkey’s gone. We don’t know what―”
“A bear took it!” Bobby excitedly interrupted. He’d run to the side of the man and was now walking with him to where his grandmother stood near the open barn door. He felt safe because the uniformed man carried a gun in a black holster on his belt.
The officer stepped one foot back which allowed the yard light to shine ahead of Mrs. Twinny. Dark clouds covered the sun making it seem later in the day than it actually was.
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