rustle

He has just shy of a month to rustle up another rallying cry.

A breeze strong enough to rustle the lush green canopy of oak trees towering over the outfield fence at Red Wilson Field, home of the Cape Cod League’s Yarmouth-Dennis Red Sox, takes the edge off a humid 83-degree game-day afternoon.

Its leaves rustle with the sound of rushing water, drawing me into a peaceful calm.

But as I opened my mouth to tell him that he had been betrayed, we were interrupted by the sound of a snap, a rustle of stones, and what might have been a polite cough.

The trees rustle, and a thin boy emerges from the thicket.