Murder Fir Christmas
“A smattering of Douglas firs edged the property—wild trees but never cut down. The two large blue spruce guarded both sides of the driveway, only garnished with snow and icicles, but they were breathtaking. “Where do you live, Matthew?” she asked as they started up the drive. Someone had been out with a plow or snow blower already. Very little snow was on the road or the drive. Bonnie remembered that everyone took turns clearing the road since the county never sent plows this far out from Sevie...rville. “I’m about a mile that way.” He pointed back the other way. “You could see my place from the road coming down. We put on a bright red roof last year, and it says ‘Merry Christmas from Brown Elk Farms.’ We get customers before they even get off the road.”Bonnie had noticed the red roof that was especially bright in the snow. The Merry Christmas part had been obscured by the white stuff, but it still made a powerful statement. “We might have to steal that idea from you,”MoreLess
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