Tim Hill

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“You’re not getting a gun,” she said. “I won’t have that at all. I told you a long time ago you could have one when you are twenty-one years old, and I mean just that. I worry enough with you out there in the hills all hours of the night, running and jumping, but I couldn’t stand it if I knew you had a gun with you. No, sir. You can just forget about a gun.”
Where the Red Fern Grows
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