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Elisabeth tried not to look at the man, Potter, across the table, but he was almost too large to avoid. His muscular shoulders hunched over his bowl as if he were guarding its contents from the children sitting on either side of him. Little Jeffrey and Susan didn’t hide their curiosity. They gaped at the man with wide eyes as if he were a statue in a museum come to life.

She wondered where her father had found this one. Potter seemed much stronger than the others. Perhaps he would last longer. No, this was not the first. There had been at least six others, all of them now buried beneath the large mother oak at the south edge of their farm. They seemed to do the oak well, for it had grown at least three feet in the last year while everything else around them died away.