Friday, late in the dark of an evening, Malila heard a knock on the door of the Stewerts’ homestead. Snow swirled in as Moses opened it.
“Greetings, neighbor. It is a cold, harsh night, and I claim the traveler’s portion,” came a booming voice from the dark.
Moses’s laughter followed him out the door as he went to livery Jesse’s animal.
By the time the two returned, Sally had a plate out of the oven for the old man. The four of them sat around the kitchen table, talking as the old man neatly consumed his pot roast, sweet potatoes, and sauerkraut with unconcealed enthusiasm.
By the time Jesse had finished off a slice of pumpkin pie, Sally, her arm around Moses, announc...
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