Volume 47, Number 3 · February 24, 2000
Little House off the Highway
By Ian Frazier
The prairie grasses rippled in the warm spring wind as Laura ran down the trail past the lookout post above her family's cabin on the banks of the Big Ravine. Puffs of dust rose under her bare feet as she hurried. The sound of wheels in the gravel of the long drive told her that company was coming, and Laura wanted to see who it could be. Laura was a big girl now, almost nine. Pa called her 'little half-pint' and said she wasn't any bigger than an IRS agent's heart. But she was wiry, and strong for a girl.
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