The Iron Beneath the Sod: A Novel of Property Lines, Protocol, and Private Boundaries
CHAPTER 1: THE ACCUSATION AT THE LATCH The shadow fell across the cut rye grass before the boots hit the fence line. Clara didn’t stop her trowel. The soil was damp three inches down, rich with late-spring rot, clingy enough to stain her palm through the weave of her garden gloves. Beside her, Barnaby—eighty pounds…