A promise can change a life. Even a small, casual promise extended without much thought or contemplation.
Sand Williams kneels beside her garden plot, weeding between the rows of romaine and mustard greens. Overhead a breeze blows through the palm-shaped leaves of a sycamore with its great trunk like an Appaloosa. The lawn behind the cabin slopes gently down to the Seven Point River winding through the hill country. Bright coins of light dance on the water, but the limestone bluff on the other side is cast in cool shade and dampened by a trickling seep. A wild jackrabbit keeps Sand company, sitting just out of reach and nibbling at the abundant weeds in the yard. Now and again she speaks to the rabbit, “Hello, sweet one, my little cabbage head. . . .”
Then a human voice startles them; the rabbit takes flight into the brush. “Hallo there!”...
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