![]() Especially a girl that’s been snatched from her mama against her will. I’m crouched in the corner of the wagon, huddled on top of the triplets the same way a mother hen would gather her brood up and under her wings for protection-way too much responsibility for an ordinary twelve-year-old in a dirty, torn dress, frumpled hair, and shoes with holes in them the size of Missouri. Around us, we hear crashing as the elixir bottles stacked on the side of the wagon shatter. They’re brash and loud with their shouts, thrashing our wagon with sticks and branches, slinging stones that thump and thud and make hollow sounds against the old wooden red and white circus wagon.Ĭhestnut Hill, keep them babies inside! Daddy hollers. ![]() They’re mad, I tell you, and getting madder by the minute. Maybe even clean off the map.Ĭharlatans! Snake oil peddlers! Hoodlums! Swindlers! ![]() Matter of fact, by the sound of the ruckus, they’re fixing to run us out of the county. You’d think the folks in this Podunk town would be happy we’ve come, but they’re not. ![]() ![]() There hasn’t been a traveling salesman in this neck of the woods in more than two years that’s what some in the crowd are saying. ![]()
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