Slave Graves (River Sunday Romance Mysteries book 1)
“It may be more trouble,” said Frank. He walked quickly with Maggie and the Pastor towards the fencerow. As they got closer they could hear angry voices churning at each other from beyond the honeysuckle.
Frank pointed through a break in the foliage. “There’s the reason for all the commotion,” he said .
Several farm trucks and some cars coming from opposite ends had met face to face at the center of the single lane bridge. The drivers were walking around the roadway, agitated in the heat and sha...king their fists. More vehicles coming up to the bridge were expanding the traffic confusion. From the gate area, the Terment Company guard, sweating in his green coat, was trying to wave cars away. One car had tried to turn around and was hopelessly snarled against oncoming traffic in the narrow road.
“Stoplights were changed,” said the Pastor. “There’s a switch box up there. Someone’s prank.”
They stood behind the high mass of honeysuckle, unseen by the motorists. More drivers got out of their cars and milled around.MoreLess
Frank pointed through a break in the foliage. “There’s the reason for all the commotion,” he said .
Several farm trucks and some cars coming from opposite ends had met face to face at the center of the single lane bridge. The drivers were walking around the roadway, agitated in the heat and sha...king their fists. More vehicles coming up to the bridge were expanding the traffic confusion. From the gate area, the Terment Company guard, sweating in his green coat, was trying to wave cars away. One car had tried to turn around and was hopelessly snarled against oncoming traffic in the narrow road.
“Stoplights were changed,” said the Pastor. “There’s a switch box up there. Someone’s prank.”
They stood behind the high mass of honeysuckle, unseen by the motorists. More drivers got out of their cars and milled around.MoreLess
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