Category: Percy County Tales

They set up their camp on the western bank, watching the other side from a safe distance, introducing the children to the new kinds of life that viewed the river as a corridor rather than a boundary. ...

Long into the night, the sisters' banter echoed in the crenellations of the tin walls, echoed in the spindles of Beatrice's rocking chair, echoed in bare footfalls of Bridget's pacing, echoed in the swings from excitement to melancholy in Bernice's timbre. As they bickered and laughed and told tales of the townsfolk...