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Texas has a wide inhabitants who has lived on each side of the border and created a folkloric combine that makes Texas specific. each side of the Border will get its identify from its emphasis on lately researched Tex-Mex folklore. yet we realize that Texas has different borders along with the Rio Grande. We use that identify with the folklorist's wisdom that each one of this state's songs, stories, and traditions have lived and prospered at the different aspects of Texas borders at one time or one other ahead of they crossed the rivers and grew to become "ours.
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Lights of farmhouses flickered far off in the wet darkness. Another flash of lightning showed him a bareheaded boy riding a white mare hell-for-leather for a great yawning barn. There were several deep rumbles of thunder, drowning the clacking of the train wheels. Then Harry saw a second figure floating out there in the rain-swept night. He spun to face the corridor door, hand diving beneath his coat for his gun. "I knocked," said Jennie Barr on the threshold. " She came on in, shutting the door behind her, and settled on the other seat amid his scattered gifts.
56 RON GOULART Harry looked down to find he was standing at the very edge of a pit. Hands shaking some, he lit a match. The pit was some sort of animal trap. The bottom of it, six feet below, was lined with sharppointed sticks, all pointing up at Harry out of the grave-smelling earth. Carefully, he took a step back and then another. He turned, began making his way to the road. He thought he heard his mother call after him once, faint and far away. He kept walking away from there. " His voice was dry, rasping.