I remember a lean Thanksgiving day long ago, when we had a food box from the Church. I had made the dinner and I sent my kids to invite an old cowboy to join us. He regailed us with stories about his Indian wife. She,
and their little boy were dead and gone but he still missed them sorely.
He spent that night with us on the sofa and was full of turkey and pie...
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