Rowen and I had made the trip from Spokane to Prescott today, pulling into town late in the hot summer evening. To start a new life for my four-year-old daughter, Rowen, and a new life for me.Īnd as much as I would have liked to explain that a major life change was completely unnecessary, it was tough to argue with a dead man. Thank God every day you came into my hospital room. It will give me peace to know I’ve made it right by him. So, Georgia, you get him to take the money. If it wasn’t for him, I would have had to sell that house and then my girls wouldn’t have a place to start their new life. My guess, it’s in better condition today than it was when I left. He’s always taken good care of the place. I’d like you to give him $50,000 from the estate proceeds. Spokane has nothing left for you but memories and tombstones.Ī man named Brick has been watching over the farmhouse for me since I moved. I know it’s a big ask but it’s time for you to start a new life. I loved that house and never could let it go. It includes a farmhouse in Prescott, Montana, that I lived in years ago. The lawyer should have told you by now that you’ll be getting my estate. Enjoy this excerpt from The Coppersmith Farmhouse, the first book in the Jamison Valley series and my debut novel! PROLOGUE
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