The Bean Planter

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The Bean Planter

The river smelled of mud and decay and something older—centuries of planted cotton and harvested cotton and harvested cotton and dead cotton, all of it sinking into the black earth beside the mill. Jed Beaumont knelt on the bank, his hands closing around the iron teeth of the trap, and felt the animal beneath him tremble. It was a dog. Golden. Thin. One hind leg caught in the rusted jaws. Its...

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