Wednesday, December 28, 2011

First Paragraph

Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, the year I was eleven, my father took me with him across the river. I can't remember exactly what the hurry was, but he was a busy lawyer, and he needed some papers signed by a rancher who lived on the other side of the Missouri. So off we headed, west across the bridge from Pierre and north through the river hills.

- From Dakota Christmas by Joseph Bottum

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