The Pale Banner
Thomas Bradshaw stood at the head of the freight yard with the rope of his pale mare Banner held in his fist while the April rain came down the hollow and the coal company's train sat ticking on the switch line like a black thing that had been waiting all winter to be fed, and he watched his nephew Isaiah climb up into the open mouth of the cattle car where the other boys of Chadds Hollow were...
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