The sun set over the Beauregard cotton fields that afternoon like...

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The sun set over the Beauregard cotton fields that afternoon like molten gold poured through cracked glass, and Nathan walked through them without knowing where he was going, his shoes sinking into so

His father was dead. Not gone--dead. Found in the morning, hanging from the old oak tree at the northern edge of the property, the same tree that had shade a thousand picking seasons. Henry Beauregard III was thirty-three years old. Nathan counted the faces in the family album that night in the room he had slept in as a boy. Eighteen men in a line that stretched back to 1798. And at the end,...

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