the prairie outside Ashwood Crossing, Kansas wore winter like an old scab. The wind never stopped talking. It worried fence posts, worried roofs, worried the corners of a woman’s mind until thoughts came loose and went skittering away like tumbleweed.
Eleanor Hart had learned to live without thinking.
Two winters ago, a fever had taken her husband, Caleb, and then …
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