Down on the Brazos
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The boys ran, rode or walked down to the Brazos every day that summer. It was just at the end of our street, at a place called Oaks Crossing. There was there a low spot in the Brazos River where once, covered wagons and horseback riders had forged the river. The place, obviously, still held its charms.
Also by L Hartley
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