Let us tell you about a man—no, a mountain. A tall stretch of shadow cast across the red clay. A laugh that echoed through the tall, tall pines. Stories carried by creeks and rivers that never stopped flowing.
Big Henry Shoaf, they called him. A man as big as the stories told about him. A heart as wide as the Yadkin, a laugh that could shake the rafters, and a legend that only grew taller with time.
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