Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

like a lead weight.

I stood by the counter, nodding silently as Arthur pathetically patted my shoulder.

The gravel crunched under David’s boots at eight the next morning before the dew had even cleared from the clover. He was holding a small black plastic case under his arm, his fingers tightening around the latch.

“We need to check the water content,continue reading …