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Keetmanshoop, German South West Africa, 1906Claire dismounted outside the Schützenhaus, the newly completed shooting club building that served as a social hub for German farmers and military officers in Keetmanshoop.
A mini dust devil tore up the street and enshrouded her briefly. She spat dirt and a Schutztruppe captain, coming down the stairs, looked away, in disgust probably, then back at her as recognition dawned on his face. He touched the brim of his Südwester grey felt bush hat, pinned up on the right side with a black, white and red imperial cockade. ‘Frau Kohl.’
‘Hauptmann.’ She walked past him, ignoring his disdain for her manners. It sometimes seemed to Claire that pretty much everything she did, from wearing long pants when riding to cutting her hair short to
