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

up the concrete steps with my black purse pressed tight against my side, the weight of the state lab report resting inside it.

“Arthur,” I said, stopping a few feet from his group. “I need to ask you about the zoning regulations for the eastern parcel of my land.”

Arthur turned to me with a wide, loud smile, stretching his arms out as if he were about continue reading …