Rita Ownby Holcomb Author

Bringing my ancestors to life.

The boys climbed over the rail fence and Jim threw a rope in his best cowboy fashion and lassoed the hog. They tightened the rope around his neck and led him to the trees. Thinking he was to be fed, the hog stood patiently. Eli walked up and, bowing his head, quietly said, “Thank you, …

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