Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

this, Russell cannot build his access road through your timber lot,” I said, leaning over the table.

He looked up from the paper and looked out the window, where a pair of crows circled the dry cornfield.

“Some lines are meant to be crossed by time,” he said softly, almost to himself.

“We have to prove they cannot just take it,” I said, folding the paper continue reading …