It was a cold unforgiving day. The wind whipped across the plains and the buffalo shook with a combination of fear and delight. They knew that this weather meant that the fish would be floating to the top of the Delaware River. Hours later, the wind had died down and the valley was quiet. Charlie had painfully made is way across the barren plain to the bank of the Delaware River. When he first peared down into the waters he couldn't believe his eyes, all of the fish were gone.
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AuthorJoey Carlson can be described in two words- fun lovin' Archives
February 2009
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