A faded red 1957 Ford pickup rattled to a stop. As Daddy and Cullen approached, a young man with a shaved head, climbed out of the driver’s seat. His sideburns melded with his beard and mustache. The back of his tank top was soaked with sweat where he had leaned against the seat. Several grocery sacks sat on the floorboard of the cab.
The young man broke into a big grin as Daddy and Cullen stepped up to him.
“Wow! Great looking boar, Daddy,” Johnny said grabbing two of the grocery sacks.
“We’ll be eating good this winter with the vegetables from the garden. We won’t have to worry too much about…” Daddy’s sentence trailed off. “Cullen?”
Cullen was staring at the cabin. “I distinctly remember closing the front door when I left this morning.”