By Floyd Lewis, Jr.
About 1940, my father Floyd Sr. and Bob were headed from Gold Hill toward Shady Cove on the Sam’s Valley cut-off road. They were in the middle of nowhere with no houses close by when Bob said, “Hold up, Floyd! There’s a bull we can buy cheap!” Bob pointed to one side nearly a quarter
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