He dialed home and his mother answered
immediately, showering him with motherly affection and gratitude that
he was safe and babbling on about some catastrophe that had just
occurred.
"What, mom? Mom, what?! Mom! What?!" Tom repeated his request in
several permutations until he finally received the coherent message
that had so shaken his mother: his cousin Kurt had gone missing.
Tom pondered this for a moment.
"And...?"
3. Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
"Voyaging through the strange seas of Thought, alone."
-- Wordsworth
Justin Nelson, Jr., pounded the last of the stakes of his new cattle
pen into the dry dirt. Like sentinels, they sprouted in a line from
the barn, swerved north of the stream, veered at a right angle for the
stump, and followed Justin to where he stood. The cross-beams
remained, after which he'd finally be done.
He took a white handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped his
forehead. The task had been lengthened considerably, although Justin
refused to admit it, by incessant thinking, an activity which often
stopped him with his hammer in mid-swing.
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