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The Man Who Kept WeaselsI was twenty-four when I arrived in Whitfield's Ferry, which is to say it was twenty-four when I arrived and Whitfield's Ferry was not really a ferry at all — just a hamlet with a post office, a general store, and a schoolhouse that had been one-room for a century and showed no signs of updating. The school board had run out of teachers three months before I was hired, which is how I ended up...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 987 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Yellow Friends of Maple RidgeThe first time Eddie Dolan saw them, he was hanging laundry on the line behind the farmhouse and noticed a pair of yellow faces peering at him from the base of the apple tree. Just two faces, round and alert and unmistakably curious, watching a man with a clothespin in his mouth and a wet sheet in his hands.Eddie finished pinning the sheet, wiped his hands on his trousers, and said, "Well now,...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 112 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Yellow Gentleman of MoorhallColonel Alistair Blackwood first saw it at dusk, sitting on the stone wall that divided his new property from the moor. It was the colour of dried heather and old gold, sleek and still, with a pale collar of fur that caught the last light like a cravat. Alistair paused in the act of driving his cart up the lane, reins in hand, and watched it watch him.It did not flee. It did not move at all,...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 987 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Yellow Man of LoblollyThe land remembers what the people forget. That is what Dr. Jonathan Beauregard III thought, the first time he drove his horse and wagon through the gates of Loblolly and saw what decades of neglect had done to his family's plantation. The cotton fields were weeds. The cotton fields were woods. The great house, which his grandfather had built with slave labour and pride, stood at the edge of a...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 10 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Yellow One of the RockiesPatrick O'Sullivan arrived in Colorado with six dollars in his pocket, a psalm book that had belonged to his mother, and a son named Sean who was six years old and already knew how to be quiet in a way that children who have seen too much know how to be quiet. They came by train to Denver, then by wagon west into the mountains, where Patrick had heard the land was free and the air was clean and...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 980 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Yellow OnesThe bluff looked out over the San Fernando Valley like a drunk looking out over his mistakes. From the top of it, you could see everything and nothing mattered. The valley spread out below, flat and brown and dotted with houses that looked like playing cards someone had thrown at the earth and expected to stick.My ranchette sat on the edge of the bluff, which is to say it sat where the earth...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1KB Vue 0 Aperçu