The sole track up to the farm was through the valley, which
was bad when it rained, as it would get flooded. But the rest of the time, it
was fine. The best part was that I could see anyone coming for a good half hour
before they got to the gate.
So I could see the horse well in advance. The rider didn’t
seem to be in any hurry, so I stayed busy, doing some chores while I waited.
When they did, my heart sank, even before he gave me the
telegram from the front line, about my son.
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