©2001 Marion Pennell
“Oh no, you were right! There’s an actual chain gang over there, that field before the intersection by the hedge, see??”
“Yup, Brian said they’d be a lot more visible as you get to the border. We’ll see the camps too. Who knew Plattsburgh would ever be so well known?”
Natalie shifted lower in her seat but still peered out the window. “They’re all so young. What do you think they did? Continue reading
The old grey mare... 