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Every house was dark when she passed through town at 3:30 a.m. This was the quietest time of the night, a little too late for partiers, a little too early for day shift workers and just right for Sarah Henderson. … Continue reading
“Are you still carrying that old rock?” Rose picked up the stone from the new dresser where he left it when he emptied his pockets to take a shower. Jim resisted the urge to grab it out of her hand. … Continue reading
January 30, 1930 Fulton Daily Sun-Gazette Sheriff J. C. Owen will be without the use of his Whippet sedan for the remainder of the winter and permanently so if the June rise of Cow creek in the southeast part of … Continue reading
All day long he had tried not to think about the glorious fact that it was his last day in country. It would be bad luck to think about it, to count on it. But the day was over. He … Continue reading