The Iron In The Earth And The Price Of Standing Still On A Three Foot Strip
CHAPTER 1: THE IRON IN THE DAMP “You keep pushing me, and I am calling the police right now!” Brenda’s voice didn’t just carry across the waist-high chain link; it scraped against the humid July air like a rusted shovel dragging over concrete. She stood squared into the beam of my patio floodlight, her stocky…
