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... r and sharp blue eyes that seemed to see everything. She had the kind of practical intelligence that came from managing a household and raising children in a place where carelessness could mean the difference between comfort and hardship.
My father Garrick was built like a mountain himself—broad-shouldered and solid, with hands that could gentle a frightened colt or swing an axe with equal skill.
"Where were you all night?" My mother asked without preamble, her eyes fixed on my f ...
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