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The day of Lucas’ Trekking shoot did not start off well. His mother was in a mood. Even the Holt Homestead, which consisted of a hundred acres of land, three houses and six cabins, wasn’t big enough for both of them sometimes.
Janet Holt, whose primary passion in life was crafting, had recently bought a Tibetan yak with the idea of shearing it for wool. Yaks were supposed to like the Alaska climate—just like the Himalayas. But the yak didn’t get along with her cows, so she’d had to build a separate enclosure, and still the yak liked to secretly nip at the cows. Milk production was down.
He didn’t say it out loud, but to him it was no surprise to find one more feud on Holt property. Or in Lost Harbor in general, for that matter. Feuds came with the territory.
After ranting in her mud
