Beyond the valley's hills that define the mill town of Furnass is another world. A world of rolling hills and fields of wheat and oats and corn. A world of isolated farmhouses keeping company only with their barns and outbuildings. A world of open vistas and skies that go for miles even on a gray day. A world where the land if left untended goes quickly back to forest where the wild things are. At times the life of the farmlands intersects with...