The Iron Perimeter: A Story of Limestone, Old Blood, and the Encroaching Suburban Sprawl
CHAPTER 1: THE CURB LINE BOUNDARY The heat didn’t rise from the earth; it sat on it, heavy and tasting of parched limestone and iron dust. Garett Hayes adjusted the brim of his hat, his gloved fingers tightening slightly on the leather reins of the bay gelding. Beneath them, the dirt road was old, packed…