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

bare apple branches.

I walked down the gravel path to meet him, my boots crunching on the dry oak leaves that had gathered along the fence line.

Tom was holding a yellow plastic clipboard and a roll of heavy orange tape. He looked down at the ground as I approached, his thick leather belt creaking under the weight of his radio and holster.continue reading …