Boxer WalkerChapter 2 Hillock farm
It has been about a year and a half since I had visited the farm where I had attended my Granddaughter’s 18th birthday celebration. The friend that owned the farm was on the fringe of my own network of loose friendships. She had heard my warning that something might be up in the greater community, and to be forewarned. I had a few hours that I could drive out and renew the acquaintance of her and her cute little daughter. When I had last seen them she was a mature single mom that was into...