‘We were good people. Every tree always had some bad apples. But when someone threatened to cut down our tree. Well…we can’t just let that happen.’
“Someone’s coming!” Murphy exclaimed. Poking my head above the dashboard, I looked on in anticipation. A blue sedan.
“It’s Madeline, calm down!” I responded. Murphy reemeeged from the shadows of our older SUV to meet the headlights on the road as the...