Chapter 11

The woman, whose name Nolan hadn't caught, was plain appearing, with no makeup and her hair pulled back into a severe knot at the base of her skull. From the moment, she asked them in and poured their coffee, he liked her. In her own, slow way she was a fine person, but her world was the farm, her life was the soil. "Have you found that poor pilot, yet?" She asked, setting the coffee before them. "No, ma'am," Cartwell told her. The heavy set woman made a clucking sound with her mouth. "Honest to true," she mused. "…