Three years later. The high summer sun hung warm and golden over the emerald pastures of Blackwood Valley, bathing the ancient pine forest in sweet, fragrant warmth. The mountain air smelled richly of blooming clover, sun-warmed needles, and the rushing waters of the Silver River, which tumbled over smooth white granite stones into a wide, clear swimming pool at the base of the foothills. On a soft blanket of woven…
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