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

a pleasure to see the keeper of our finest apples.”

“Thank you, Arthur,” I said, sitting in the hard oak chair across from his desk.

“Marcus told me about the trouble with your well water,” he said, his face instantly shifting into a mask of deep concern.

“We are looking into it,” I said.

He leaned forward, his hand drifting to his red silk necktie, giving continue reading …