almost anything.
Then, when they came back inside, Gavin stopped at that same kitchen window. The world outside had turned black, the gravel driveway a pale ribbon through the dark field.
“This land just keeps going,” he said quietly.
Then he turned to me.
“How far does your property go, Frank?”
I answered.
He whistled.
“Man,” he said. “That’s something else.continue reading …
