The HeirChapter 11
Steve and Rosa Winters lived in a modest but well-kept two-story frame house set back a hundred feet from the highway. There was the expected barn and farm equipment building behind the house. A late model Tacoma pickup and an older Honda Civic sat in the drive. As I stepped out of my pickup, a black and white Border Collie barked a few times to fulfill his duty as a watchdog to the household, then trotted toward me with tail in full wag hoping for a pat on the head and a good ear scratch. I...