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Jody clicked the gate behind him. The unmistakable smell of roasting meat filled the air. He ran around the side of the cabin. Resentment was mixed with his eagerness. Resisting the open kitchen door, he hurried to his father. Penny stepped out of the smoke-house and hailed him.
The truth, a tangled pain and pleasure, was before him. A large deer hide was stretched on the smoke-house wall.