Harry and the Stock Tank Dragon

Summer evenings in North Texas are something special. The setting sun in hues ablaze of gold, red, and yellow. The sound of the cattle in the far pasture, the wail of an occasional coyote calling the pack, and the crickets chirping in the field all make a musical symphony. There was also the creaking of Grandpa and Grandma's rocking chairs, the snoring of the old dog dozing in Grandma's lap, the buzzing of the various bugs around the yellowed porch light, and the smell of fresh cut grass remindi