A Man s Best Friend
Jonas staired at the window, the rain hammering against the panes. It had been raining almost constantly for two weeks. But at least it wasn't as bad as last week. The rain had been so heavy the week before that the dirt-track back down into Seven Lakes - a rustic town so stuck-in-the-past that they were still using horse and cart to get around - had been washed away. He had been living at the cabin in the hills above Seven Lakes for just over a year, earning just enough money from his...