“Ethan looked over at his father and uncle and asked, “Is this space large enough for one more box muskets?” “It should be,” his father replied. “It’s the same space we hollowed out in the stall Sweetbriar is using.” “You’re… — Deborah G. Felder Copy Share Image
“Where’s my uncle?” she asked. “I don’t know who your uncle is, but if it as the guy who owned this place before I bought it, then he’s pushing up daisies.” “But it can’t be, he’s still young.” — Max Nowaz Copy Share Image
