Beyond Belief

BEYOND BELIEF A cold November wind swept across the road in front of Olen’s old pickup, carrying with it dead leaves and such from the empty fields nearby.  It wasn’t much of a road actually, the locals called it a cow trail.  But Olen Sack had been using it to get to town since he…

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Freedom the final frontier

FREEDOM:  The Final Frontier The flickering light of candles and lamps were already beginning to push back the approaching darkness on Water Street.  It seemed unusually cold for the middle of December, even for Boston.  George R. T. Hewes stood silently at the window of his “Pastry and Tea Shop”.  He had been there some…