Wright Village is in River Source Town.
In the fields on both sides of the cement path, watermelons were planted. No one watched over the melons, but there was a large black dog.
The dog started barking when the car was still far away.
"Woof!"
"Woof woof!"
Wyatt Wright, who had been standing with his head bowed under the street lamp, now lifted his head.
License plate 1112.
It was his car.
"Woof!"
The black dog charged forward.
The car stopped, and as soon as the car door opened, the black dog immediately ran back, to Wyatt's side, and continued barking.
This was a dog that acted tough behind its master but was actually timid.
Rae Bennett got out of the car.
Wyatt was wearing bereaved garments and walked over from the street light.
She remembered a young man from eight years ago, fixing a street lamp. He too had been on this road, with a black dog beside him.
The black dog bared its teeth at her.
"Is it Bobby?"
Wyatt said, "It's Bobby's son."
No wonder.
