Why Every Girl Needs a Horse

My Aunt Edna kept tongues wagging in my family for at least forty years. Supposedly she “stole” her brother’s ranch. He was dying and, according to the family, she arrived with a lawyer, not a doctor, “because she always took care of herself first.” Edna and the lawyer got her brother’s will changed “in the nick of time,” the story continues. Not bad enough. She then took up “housekeeping” with the ranch foreman. It goes on...

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