Ma Pettengill by Harry Leon Wilson
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IV. VENDETTA
V. ONE ARROWHEAD DAY VI. THE PORCH WREN VII. CHANGE OF VENUS VIII. CAN HAPPEN! IX. THE TAKER-UP X. AS TO HERMAN WAGNER XI. CURLS I MA PETTENGILL AND THE ANIMAL KINGDOM From the Arrowhead corrals I strolled up the poplar-bordered lane that leads past the bunk house to the castle of the ranch's chatelaine. It was a still Sunday afternoon--the placid interlude, on a day of rest, between the chores of the morning and those of evening. But the calm was for the ear alone. To the eye certain activities, silent but swift, were |
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