A Sound Offer
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“I could take it off your hands, you know,” the voice went.
Jemma swung around, finding a rotten-teethed man smiling behind her.
“The old man never really liked it,” he continued.
“He never liked you either,” Jemma cut in crossly, recognizing the man as one of the farm’s neighbors.
The man, a rugged farmer always caked in mud and manure, had often butted heads with her father.
What he’d reveal would leave her with more questions than answers.
