I heard Timmon scream in anger but
couldn’t see him. Knew something had to be awfully wrong as he was usually a quiet sort.
As I walked closer to the screams I saw some boys kickin’ and punchin’ a heap on the
ground. Realized right off it was my son and I waded into the fray.
“You, git on away from him,” I hollered over the din. I grabbed a couple of bullies by the collar but a few others ran off, probably worried about gettin’ in trouble with their parents.
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