Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of the circular dent mold plates in my private locker. I never logged them into the main system.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small brass key.

By eleven o’clock, the sun was high enough to heat the yellowing linoleum in the dairy office. Gregory had gone down the road to the diner for his usual early lunch with the local feed store manager.continue reading …