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288 pages, Hardcover
First published May 3, 2016
“A bird in a house means death is flyin’ about.”

“When I was eighteen, I was a missionary in Mexico. A buildin’ collapsed, no doctors for miles. This one fellow’s hip dislocated. It bulged, stretchin’ his skin all shiny. Man alive, he was screamin’.
“Anyway, this girl–didn’t speak a lick of English–begged me to help, said he was her brother. My granddaddy was what old-timers called a bonesetter, and I remember seeing him piece back together a hillman trampled by horses. So I did what he did. This fellow’s hip was fixed, and the girl was so grateful she came home with me. The next day, her daddy said I’d married her.” (ARC, p. 130-131)
Everybody knows if you go in those woods, there’s a chance you ain’t coming out.
“A bird in a house means death is flyin’ about.”

