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What kind of goodbye was it? Would he want to see her again?

Look at him Of course not

Besides, he lived in Lonesome Tree That was thirty miles away And if she did happen to see him in Dalhart, it wouldn’t matter

He was Italian Catholic Young Nothing about him was acceptable to her family

She opened the gate and entered her ht jasmine would always make Elsa think of him …

At the house, she opened the front door and stepped into the shadowy parlor

As she closed the door, she heard a creaking sound and she stopped Moonlight bled through theShe saw her father standing by the Victrola

“Who are you?” he said, co toward her

Elsa’s beaded silver headband slipped down; she pushed it back up “Y-your daughter”

“Daht to ers and fought in Laredo and was shot and nearly died Our blood is in this ground”

“Y-yes I know, but—”

Elsa didn’t see his hand come up until it was too close to duck He cracked her across the jaw so hard she lost her balance and fell to the floor

She scraet away “Papa—”

“You shaht”

Elsa lurched to her feet, ran up the stairs, and slammed her bedroom door shut