They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

Even Mrs. Danvers from church.”

Tom was repairing a gate hinge. He paused, hammer in hand. “Did you laugh?”

“No.”

“Then I’m all right.”

“But I’m not.”

He set the hammer down. She was fourteen then, tall and thin like her mother, dark hair braided down her back. She loved the ranch, but she hated being pitied.

Tom touched her shoulder. “I’m sorry they made continue reading …