“My pa said your daddy’s firing were down to consumption.” “That’s a damn lie, Zeb Potter.” Lily-belle stomped her sooty foot upon the slats. “Children, that’s enough,” said Miss Henshaw, flashing perfect pearl teeth. The youngsters sat, enraptured by their new school teacher. The whole mining-camp was. Miss Henshaw felt the envelope amongst the foldsContinue reading “West”
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