A Novel of Historical Fiction
I used to come over to Wishbone while Irvin Hopkins was a'preachin' at the church, but we both got too old. It was a big change for him, but he was holdin' up fairly well till that granddaughter from up the hill got big enough to start tryin' to find her own way. That thirteenth kid'a the Moffat's made a lotta conversation in town when she rescued the two kidnapped persons and wounded the kidnapper. After that, she was called on to sit with a coupla'a measles patients, and she did herself proud. Things was gonna get a might harder for Irvin without that girl around. Even so, Irvin and me was hopin' to see what she done next. We knowed it'd be good. Turns out, we wern't thikin' nearly big enough.
