The wagon road would take them past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there) and up the back side of the hill
. Maybe she'd even let him.
Go home. I looked at the phone, angry at it as if it were Candy.
The wagon road would take them past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there) and up the back side of the hill
. Maybe she'd even let him.
Go home. I looked at the phone, angry at it as if it were Candy.
The wagon road would take them past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there) and up the back side of the hill
. Maybe she'd even let him.
Go home. I looked at the phone, angry at it as if it were Candy.
