Epilogue
White Spear
On the front porch, seated on the first stone step, Harris watched the dirt road, waiting for Jude to return. Around him, the last of the sun’s golden rays played over the freshly-watered grass, and at his feet, Artemis, their new puppy, slept soundly, her eyes jumping once in a while. She was a beautiful little female boxer and Jude had named her after the goddess of the hunt and wild animals. She was an amazing, loving, nurturing dog. And was probably dreaming of chasing down that rabbit she’d spotted this morning during her walk through the field.
Harris removed his dark sunglasses and took a deep breath through the nose, picking up on the different and new scents that now made up his life. The smell of exhaust and hot asphalt had been replaced with the fragrant
