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... a daughter or younger sister. She had the same curly hair as the older one.
I’d been watching them since they entered the canyon. They were traveling a little slowly, but it was because the mule pulling their cart was old. Tired. Weathered. It wasn’t struggling it was just taking it slow.
Their cart was loaded with a little more luggage than seemed normal to me.
Here at the dye houses, the employees had living quarters. They came for six month periods, and worked while l ...
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