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gain. And if you think that book looks like a bitch, wait’ll you—we, I should say—run into the real
world.”

And that, too, he remembered. Such an oddly contradictory woman.

“Isn’t that word politically incorrect?”

“Sure is. Ain’t life a bitch?”

She was grinning, now, nothing cool about it.
***

Walking back to his house—listing, some, from the weight of the books tucked under his arm—Mike
started muttering to himself.

“Point three. I almost certainly wish I hadn’t.”
***

The worst of it, of course, was that it wasn’t true, and Mike knew it. In the times coming, the books
would look like a piece of cake, compared to the real world.

It’s complicated. . . coming from Melissa Mailey . . .

“Damn,” he muttered. “Can’t we just dump some tea leaves in a harbor somewhere, storm a famous
prison or two, and be done with it?”




Birdie’s Farm
Gorg Huff and Paula Goodlett

Part I:
June 1631

Birdie Newhouse stood on his back porch and looked over his farm. Looked over, in fact, what was left
of his farm. The farm was a little chunk of Appalachian valley, which was abruptly cut off by a German
granite wall. The farm had been about half again as big before the Ring of Fire, but even then it hadn’t
been big enough to make a real living.

Birdie had everything a man needed to make a real farm. There was a tractor, a plow, the works. He
even had some livestock, chickens and a couple of hogs. The only thing he didn’t have was the land.

Out to one side of the remainder of the farm, there was a little bit of field that you could plow, if you
were real careful about the contouring. Most of his farm, though, consisted of skinny trees holding on to
the hillside for dear life. A dry creek ran through the middle of the property. The creek was going to stay
dry, unfortunately. The German land on the other side of the cliff tilted the wrong way to feed the creek.

Birdie’s eyes lost some of their worry as he again noticed the wellhead for the natural gas well on his
land. He was more thankful every day that he had gone ahead and converted his equipment to work on