He arrived a decade ago. Dark, brown hair with curious eyes to match. He skipped crawling for wading and chooses riverbanks over bikes. He pesters his brother, questions...
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By the time I made it outside the barking had stopped, and Molly and Riley were standing near the massive cottonwood that shades the northwest corner of our home.“Coyotes?” I asked.
“Grizzly bear. A big one.”