Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

posts. The pasture was silent, the dry grass pale yellow in the late light. The fence line ran straight for three hundred yards before it dipped into the creek bed, where the willows were already bare.

The sound of a diesel engine came from the lane, and Arthur’s grey pickup truck pulled up to the gate, its tires crunching on the dry limestone.

He climbed continue reading …