He had simply waited for the ten-year trust window to run out so he could claim abandonment in court while hiding a commercial sale contract behind his back.

I walked out onto the back porch with the forged paper held flat against my thigh.

The moonlight caught the frost on the grass along the garden path, making the lawn look like it had been dusted with salt.

I walked past the dark barn toward the southern property line, where the old white oak tree stood guard over the drainage ditch.

The yellow yard light on the corner of the tractor shed cast a long square beam across the fence posts.