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Show Chapter One In the days before I knew that someone plotted to kill my father, before I knew that my family was in danger of being dispersed, before I knew that the authorities were trying to put my parents in jail, and before I understood that spies had been planted in the religious group which my father led, we lived peaceably on a twenty-acre farm in south Salt Lake County, Utah. Peaceably, and for all I knew, in perfect accord. I was surrounded by playmates and solicitous adults. I knew that my father loved me, and like most others in our sprawling family, I worshipped him. The complexities and contradictions which seeded our way of life had not yet become apparent, but such |