Pit Bull
March, 1988
Jack Purse thought his father's plan to get his recently foreclosed farmland back by fighting his last pit bull was a sign the old man was losing his grip on things. No one was going to bet against a dog that always won. It was as simple as that.The pit bull at Jack's feet, a medium-sized black dog with yellow eyes, shook his head, rattling a swivel heavy enough to hold a bear. Alligator had a dry, acrid stink that never washed off, no matter how many times Jack swam him in the lake."Muzzle...