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If the boy, Dee, was slow,
the race track was where this stopped. No one could match his skills and
abilities with a race horse. Winning was easy for him.
“That boy has a way with
horses!” John observed and enjoyed the telling of his little brother’s
accomplishment. “He’s so small he has an advantage. All the owners have
his schedule filled and he is making money. It’s kind of ironic that the
one some thought was slow is making more of himself that anyone else.”
John was prone to observe this sort of thing.
John tossed the letters he
brought home down on the kitchen table. He knew Zona always enjoyed
hearing from her folks and they kept in-touch by mail.
“Oh look, John! Here’s an
invitation to a wedding.” Zona laughed up at John. “I’ll read it to you.”
“You are cordially invited
to a wedding in the year of 1901. Announcing the marriage of Miss Mary
Frances Keef the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. John Keef, pioneers of the
community at McGree Indian territory, to William Matthew Collins.”
“Well, well, your brother
Bill is getting married?”
Zona was immediately going
over plans in her mind for the preparations they would have to make for
that occasion.
“Sounds like it.” She
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