By, Nan Claire Falkner
The Road to town was a canal now – a waterway that could be navigated by anyone willing to leave the safety of home and venture out.
Crops ruined, and several head of cattle missing. Each time they had picked themselves up and started over but now, with David gone, she didn’t know what to do. Soon, the vultures would be circling. The bankers and the blood sucking lawyers would demand payment in full.
One envelope left from David to help her through this. As she opened it, the sun streamed through the windows and she smiled – he had foreseen this.