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A big surprise was that Bruce's parents decided to drive Glrl from Idaho to welcome us! Bruce's sister and husband, Robert and Carolyn were also there. It was a great reunion. Grandpa Bruce holds the newest member of the family, James Paul Steele, born just one month earlier on May 29th.

Dick and LaVonne Clark--our surprise visitors from Idaho. The engaged couple--Amy Tolley with our son Spencer at the house. They would be married in August. This sign was on our Girl singing in torreon door, thanks to Melanie. The Bagley's, our neighbors, helped liven up the place also. And 11 days later We had about 45 elders present and I don't think there was a dry Girl singing in torreon in the house. These young men are indeed like the "the armies of Helaman". It was an amazing meeting. We love these guys. Afterwards, most of them came by the house to have a little food fellowship.

We were also happy to meet the parents of many of our missionaries, some still in the field. Jake Falk and family. Jordan was one of our first assistants and Spencer was one of our first office elders. They taught us everything we needed to know about the misison. AZ Brennan Thompson Utah and wife. Never would hit me—even when he got hot at me; because he said I was smaller. Nothing would do me but I should get that girl away from my brother. Pretty soon I did it, too; and when he had to go to town, we certainly just glued ourselves together Well, gentlemen, do you know what that devil of a girl did!

All his ideas about not fighting were gone, of course—not worth a damn anyway with a real man. He was so white around the gills that I hardly knew him—eyes shooting fire like a volcano. He says,"— — you, what have you been doing with my girl? But then I remembered how soft he was, and I was game. He was out to kill me. I tried to kill him, too. A big red cloud came over me, and I went raging, tearing mad.

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I siging him in one eye, though, so he never saw again. We soon quit using ssinging we scratched, and choked, and bit, and kicked. They say my brother let out a roar like a bull every few minutes, but I just opened my mouth and screamed all the time Pretty soon I landed a kick in — a place where it Girl singing in torreon, and he fell like he was dead. Mac finished his Tom-and-Jerry. Well, my brother was sent out after him, and got shot in the lung. I happened to be up home visiting the folks—only time I ever went back—when my brother came home to die But he got well. I remember the day I went away he was just out of his bed. He walked down to the station with me, begging me to speak just one word to him.

That must be a job. A good rifle and a good horse and no closed season on Indians! After I left Burlington, you remember, I drifted down South. I was out to see the world from top to bottom, and I had just found out I could scrap. The fights I used to get into Well anyway, I landed up on a cotton plantation down in Georgia, near a place called Dixville; and they happened to be shy of an overseer, so I stuck.



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