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Gregory, Jackson: Six Feet Four. v1. 20 Feb 2013

Jackson Gregory (12 March 1882, Salinas, California, USA, 12 June 1943, Auburn, California). Western writer Jackson Gregory was born on 12 March 1882,in Salinas, California, the son of Judge Durrell Stokes and Amelia Hartnell Gregory. He spent much of his youth living on a ranch near Point Pinos Rancho (now Pacific Grove), where his father was part owner of a sawmill. The year after Jackson's birth, the governor of California appointed his father to fill a vacancy on the Superior Court of San Luis Obispo County. D.S. Gregory, who had been practicing law since he was 20, settled in California the year after the 1849 Gold Rush. In 1860 he was named a delegate from California to the Democratic National Convention at Charleston, South Carolina. He passed away on 12 June 1889, at San Luis Obispo, just a couple of days shy of his 64th birthday. Sometime after his father's death Jackson, along with his mother and two siblings, went to live with the family of Jackson Gregory Jr., an uncle who lived in Alisal, California. Amelia Gregory died in 1916 at Berkeley.

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All day long, from an hour before the pale dawn until now after the thick dark, the storm had raged through the mountains. Before midday it had grown dark in the canons. In the driving blast of the wind many a tall pine had snapped, broken at last after long valiant years of victorious buffeting with the seasons, while countless tossing branches had been riven away from the parent boles and hurled far out in all directions. Through the narrow canons the wet wind went shrieking fearsomely, driving the slant rain like countless thin spears of glistening steel.
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