The Drowned Scouts of Magician Lake
Wilbur Harper Sr. (W.C. to most everyone that knew him) heard his son shout and then felt a hard tug on his coat sleeve. He looked down to see his son Wayne’s ashen face staring wide-eyed at the lake water. “That boat is going down, Papa,” Wayne said. W.C. Harper followed his son’s gaze to the choppy water.
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