SUNDAY<br >Bcf.r~. the sun is up， John .loon has shmvered， drunk txv.<br >cups t，f c.ffcc， and changed into his bluc jeans， sx~ eatshirt.<br >and "l mll~erland hiking boots， t lc has eaten tx~J pieces of<br >toast， a box~l of cereal， and put out fi~.d fi~r his xvandcring<br >dog. Bcfl~re leaving the trailer tw ttlc front door， he gets<br >his 12-gaugc shotgun and a handful of slugs from the gun<br >cabinet off the kitchen.<br > The grass is damp with dex~ and the carly-lunc air is<br >hcaxv anti already warm， promising it will be hot within a<br >tcx~ i.mrs.. mourning dm c is cooing in a tree somcxvhcrc<br >to J.hn s left. i).wn the road， past the treelinc， he hears<br >the gentle clanging of cowbells and the lmving of (:ceil<br > N.bic s hcrd on its ~vav from the pasture to Nobic s barn<br > t~ be milked. "l hc sun is just starting to peck out over the<br > crest .f the mountain directly cast of the <me John lives<br > t~.-thirds to the top of.<br > (;azing dmvn at thc converging roads winding like miles<br > (~I dusty brmvn ciirpct through thc hollmv bclmv him， John<br > sccs a set of headlights dcsccnding the right fl~rk， piercing<br > the three-quarters dark. l lc thinks this strange sincc only<br >