Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

dark, heavy summer clover we had taken from the tractor barn loft.

“I’ve got the test jars ready,” David said, adjusting his cap. “The water glass first, then the bottle flip. If Harold Vance knows anything about honey, he’ll see the truth in five seconds.”

“Arthur’s going to claim we tampered with the tanks,” I said, looking toward the padlocked door continue reading …