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The land wasn't all Wilson had expected of it.

Six hundred and forty acres, the old man back in St. Louis had said ; ;

good grass, good water.

Well, the grass was there, though in some places the ground was too steep for a cow to get to it.

The water was there, so much of it that it spread all through the dead orchard.

And there was a house ; ;

livable perhaps, but badly in need of repairs.