Roadless Homelands. Baroness Melody Von Smith

raised in it, the town had been a good place to be raised. And the man had been a good father. Still was.

      “Maybe it doesn’t doom us to love where we’ve come from.” This too spilled out of Olmstead’s head, and he said it to himself. But of course Dillon was there with him, to hear it.

      His childhood friend shielded his eyes with a hand, looked to the trailer park where his kids were growing up that very moment. “Man, I sure hope not!”

      Olmstead sat back, sipped Lilly’s sweet coffee. Glad he’d heeded the call.