Certainly old-er. Genuine fatigue was shoving its way into my body and mind by the time I started out for my little home in the woods overlooking two rivers. It had grown dark while I hung around The Grain. Now, the dark was deeper. And colder. And since I had kept my eyes mostly on the road as I...
“Hugh Soderstrom was my friend and brother in Christ. He loved life, the farm, Wendy. Oh, man, did he love Wendy. His character was impeccable, and his priorities were solid down the line. However, all was not well in Hugh’s life.” “Larry.” Heisler smiled ruefully and nodded. “And Wendy. She wa...
