The Farmer's Fortune
The Harlow farmstead sat at the edge of the Yorkshire wolds like a stubborn tooth in a rotten jaw. Two brothers worked the land, and the land did not care which of them sweated more. Ezekiel Harlow was the younger by five years. He was broad-shouldered and slow-speaking, the kind of man who would rather turn a furrow than hold a conversation. Josiah, the elder, had his brother's strength but...
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