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Clementine

 

 

Dammit, Val
The epilogue to the Following Fathers series

Dammit Val


I was happy to get your letter until I read it. Then I had to cuss for ten minetes and got bellowed at something feirce.

What the hell were you thinking breaking a horse? Didn’t Doc Fielding warn you that you shouldn’t ort to do exactly that? Jesus I should a gone threw every damn thing with Mr Everton but I thought you had more sense.  I’ve talked to Murdoch and he’s going to write to Alex and you only got yourself to blame.

Dios I’m to upset to write nothing else. Like Scotts leg being considererbl much better but his temper being much worse. Murdoch is acheing to take a switch to him.

Your real angry amigo


Johnny

 

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July 2018

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