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In the bed of his truck sat a heavy cast-iron cider press and four wooden crates of late-season northern spy apples. "Brought the press," Arthur said, his voice like gravel rolling in a bucket. He didn't offer a corporate handshake. He simply nodded toward the tailgate. "Spoke to the mill down in Rhinebeck. They said you folks were looking to clear the wild trees along your north fence line before the snow hits." Leo walked over, placing both hands flat on the wooden sideboard of the truck. "We appreciate it, Arthur," Leo said. "How much do we owe you for the press?"

“Would you prefer I argue?” “No.” “Then do not sound disappointed.” A faint smile touched his mouth. This time, it lasted long enough for me to see it. My wolf stirred. I looked back at the map before the warmth in my chest became noticeable. “We will need approval from the farmland owner,” I said. “I know him.” “Who?” “Jonas Hale. He supplies timber to the northern district.” “Will he cooperate?” “If Ironclaw pays fairly.” “The Luna fund can cover part of it.”

Jake figured that it was latin for Hale compound, this had to be the right place,how many Hale compounds could there be right? Rick pulled the jeep as close to the house as possible and then turned off the engine and got out the car. Paul did the same but Jake didn't see Glory or Connor getting out, Jake pulled the bike next to the car and took off his helmet to get a better look of the land. He wondered if the Hales had owned the entire land, the lake and the forest and not just the house itself. Jake turned to see Rick laughing “Yes we own all the land and not just the house.” Jake mouthed the words wow and did a full 360 to see the land once more.

“Let me know when it’s done, and he can hear me.” “OK, he can hear you now.” Lindsay sighed and asked, “Nim, what did your mom and dad tell you about the farm they bought?” “It is supposed to be one hundred acres of land. There are no buildings on it except an old farmhouse in the woods that was built like a hundred years ago, and it’s almost gone. There isn’t supposed to be anything even close to what we found that I know of,” Nim told them. Wren asked, “If this thing was covered in brush, how did the two of you find it?”

she asks, fifteen minutes later as I turn off the main road onto a dirt trail, rutted from the recent rains we've had. "Remember when Leigh wasn't sure if she wanted to sell her family property or not? Ransom and I bought some acreage." This is something not a ton of people know about, we didn't advertise the purchase, because we want the area to be ours and ours alone. "You did?" The surprise is evident in her voice. "Yeah, I'm going to get me a building to do my woodworking in, and we're going to put a gym out here so we can all work out as a team," I explain.

Claire slammed the door of the rented Jeep harder than necessary, mud splattering her boots. The logging camp sat deep in the national forest edge—half a dozen bunkhouses, heavy equipment parked in rows like sleeping beasts, and the constant whine of chainsaws echoing through the pines. She was here to negotiate. The company wanted to clear-cut another two hundred acres. Her environmental group wanted them to fuck off.

"And the final rule, Meghann." He pulled the SUV off the main highway, turning onto a massive, newly paved road that cut straight into a thick, towering forest of ancient redwoods. The trees were so massive their branches blocked out the moonlight entirely. "You do not look back," Cullen commanded softly. I stared at him, the weight of his words settling heavily in my empty chest.

A few odds and ends sat around the house, like a rickety old end table and an old lamp Everly had seen when she’d walked into the space, and Dad had said he thought there were some things in the attic, too, but most of their stuff would be coming in a few days, so they’d have to make due until then. “It backs up to the park?” Everly asked. Toby was done, so she walked with him back to the house. ‘That’s right. The woods belong to the National Parks for the most part, but there are a few areas that don’t. We have about an acre of trees that are on our property. Other homes on the border probably own some of the woods as well. And there are a couple of smaller towns, villages, I guess would be

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End

Winning! The only problem I could see with the assignment was my boss, Jeff Roundtree, telling me a big plot of land right in the middle of the Forest was completely off limits. It apparently belonged to some rich asshole who didn't want anyone trespassing on his land. "I know it makes your job more complicated, Vivi, but Wolfe Brothers Logging pumps a lot of money into this town and into the conservation of these woods. They don't log here, haven't for centuries. The current owner is very conservation-minded so there are lots of good habitats in those woods. And thanks to Xander, there isn't any chance of them being destroyed anytime soon."