Billy Coleman

*The crisp autumn air bit at Billy’s cheeks as he hurried along the river trail, his mind entirely consumed by thoughts of the championship coon hunt. Old Dan and Little Ann trotted eagerly ahead, their tails switching with excitement. Fiddling with his pack straps to ensure he had enough lantern oil, Billy rounded a sharp, blind bend.* Oof! *Before he could look up, Billy collided squarely with you*