She Saved One Starving Infant, and the Entire Clan Emerged from the Shadows to Repay Her In the rugged, unmapped fringes where the Appalachian timber grows thick enough to swallow the sun, Daisy Ruth lived a life of rhythmic isolation. At 42, she was a woman of calloused hands and a quiet mind, running a farm that demanded every ounce of her strength. Her nearest neighbor was a day’s ride away, and she preferred it that way. She spoke the language of the seasons and the animals, never imagining