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farmhouse that had belonged to the Holloway family since before the first Ford Model T rattled through Kentucky.
In front of him stood a sign that had not been there yesterday.
PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING. STERLING RIDGE DEVELOPMENT.
Sam read it once. Then again. Duke growled low in his throat.
“Easy, boy,” Sam said.
One of the workers noticed him continue reading …
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