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As carefully as we could, we loaded our arms with books and walked back out into the forest around the shack. “We need something to transport a lot of books,” I told Saul.
He looked at me, nodded, and took out his phone. “Hey. You at the lot. Bring the front-end loader over to the church site. Keep it quiet, will you?”
I smiled. “Thanks. We don’t know what we have here, yet, so yeah, thanks.”
Sawyer came over and touched the books stacked in my arms. “What are these, Mama?
I set the stack of books in the cab of Saul’s bulldozer and said, “These are books about a lot of the families around here. At least we think they are.”
“Is there a book about our family?” he said.
“I don’t know yet, Saul, but probably not. Most of these seem to be about the people who went to church here.” I k
