Copperopolis
An extract from Copperopolis
Chapter One – Angharad
Gower, 1852
John slings his canvas bag over one shoulder, fear freezing his guts as he stands facing Da across the table. ‘I’ve been hired as a deckhand on a ship. Be gone a few weeks.’
In the gloom of their cottage, his hunched, dark-browed father glowers with fury, while his four younger brothers gape like sparrows over their porridge bowls.
‘You’ll do no such thing. Your place is working with me an yer older brothers for Penrice estate, see.’
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