A Watertown Short Story Kavin Macy was Watertown’s best hitter. He wasn’t a bad first baseman either. Teams from all over the county visibly cringed when they played the Watertown team. Not because the other teams were so horribly bad. No. It was because Watertown had themselves a Bonafide, major league hitter. Each and every…

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Prelude Black Creek, Indiana. 1884 “Father!” she cried again. “Lucy!”Silence.Then—A shift. Breathing. She sensed a change. Very close.A whisper brushed the back of her neck.From beyond the door came movement—slow footsteps across stone. Soft leather. Deliberate. Waiting.Metal scraped metal as the lock disengaged. The door shuddered as it was released from within. Marigold stepped back,…

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