The young girl down below sat on a cold blanket. There was sadness in her eyes. She watched them at the table, solemn and a bit giddy, murmuring, waiting. When the medium began to channel, the young girl

Deer season brought hope. Charles cleaned the rifle, bearing the weight of it. He brought Samson, and Rebecca, although he wondered if her chatter would chase the deer away. It didn't. He tracked the buck,