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

leaped from one cracked mud tile into the shallow water, leaving a tiny silver ripple.

Someone wanted me to believe my orchard was poisoned, and they had gone to great lengths to write it into Thomas’s own records.

“But why go through all this trouble for a failing orchard?” I asked.

Evelyn pushed her glasses up her nose and looked toward the ridge.

“I continue reading …