Cas and Nikki Check on the Pepperells

There was, of course, nothing wrong at Amos and Molly’s when Cas and Nikki arrived there.  Molly was on the porch working on a water color of the pasture next to the barn.  The only element of it recognizable to Cas was the stone wall.  The rest was a riot of color and abstract shapes [...]

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Juliette Rose Pays a Visit

Molly was right, of course. She usually was. Juliette Rose showed up right on schedule the next morning, weaving her bus around the ruts in their road as she came. They waited for her on the porch. They had been there most of the morning, Molly patiently rocking in her antique [...]

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Amos, Molly, and a Mayan Fertility Goddess

He found Molly in the upstairs bedroom she had transformed into something she grandly called a “studio”. She spent most of her time in there these days making weird little clay figures and oil paintings of mountains with big holes in them and cornfields with razor-sharp talons for tassels that blood dripped from the [...]

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Amos

Amos Pepperell stood on the brow of the ridge overlooking his north field at the two men with the transit.  He knew why they were there, so he scowled at them.  “Bastards.”
Across the field from them, behind some bushes, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, then a glint of reflection from [...]

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