Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

passenger seat, his round face flushed red as he listened, his fingers repeatedly tugging at his red silk necktie.

“They have the deed paperwork in that folder,” Evelyn whispered beside me, her hand gripping my sleeve.

“He wants me to sign it tomorrow,” I said. “He told me the county would condemn the well by Friday.”

Marcus handed the continue reading …