Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

dented jug has been cleared out of the tool room.”

I stared at the empty pegs on the wall where the heavy steel plates usually hung. The blue outline of the shape was still visible on the painted wood, a shadow of what we had built.

“Where would he take them?” I asked.

Wayne shook his head slowly. “He did not use the local haulers. I continue reading …