~Chapter 8~

1998

     Her great-granddaughter hung on her arm, and she smoothed the child’s soft, long, curled, brown hair.  She gazed into the child’s eager face, and continued her story.  Her voice was shaky, as she relived those days, and the feelings they brought.

     “Ryan packed his clothes, and we gathered enough money for train fare.  I drove him to the train station, in the buckboard, the next day, and Dessie, and I told him goodbye.  He kissed...

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