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Show Chapter Fifteen- I stuffed the last of the Christmas wrappings into a garbage can just as the morning paper was thrown, kicking up a fine powder of snow as it landed with a thud on the front step. I opened it as I went inside, glancing absently at the datei December 27, 1974. As usual, I -intended to read only the political cartoons, the funnies and my horoscope over a cup of Sanka - no caffeine or horror stories now that I was nursing - but a headline caught my attention and held it: 'Polygamous Settlement Attacked.* I read rapidly, -incredulously, half-realizing that my fear for my father's life was now legitimate, not simply the concoction of a writer's imagination. The polygamous colony at Los Molinos, Mexico, was inhabited °y some of my cousins and other members of Joel LeBaron's Church of the First Born. In the quiet of Christmas night, their log cabins had suddenly burst into flames from molotov |