The Mountain Whose Shadow We Lived In, fiction by Jack Boettcher

My kid transferred through every school on our side of the mountain. Only six, but a fighter. I didn't teach him that. The principals ask, – "well, Mr. Doppler, where might Fred have learned to lash out?" Nature, I say. Too much violence on this mountain – electrical storms and rockslides and predation, balled [...:]

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