FREEDOM BOULEVARD L. WINFREY YOUNG CHAPTER TWELVE

“Hiyah Poppy!” LuJane called cheerily, “Guess whut!  I wuz walkin’ my frien’ Callie back home, an’ we seent Able Handy.  He say he comin’ t’ see yuh…somethin’ ‘bout yo’ cart an’ t’ talk ‘bout somebody name Mason or somethin’.” Poppy’s face was stiff with annoyance when he looked up from the rooster he was carefully […]

FREEDOM BOULEVARD L. WINFREY YOUNG CHAPTER ELEVEN

The Reverend James Simmer pulled out of a luxurious stretch that felt so damned good. Because it was spitefully hot with the windows and the doors closed and locked—and because he was so deliciously satisfied, he was slow to push his feet through his trousers and pull them up his legs. But there could be […]

FREEDOM BOULEVARD L. WINFREY YOUNG CHAPTER TEN

Araminta ducked behind a wagon propped up by saw horses, took a moment to wipe at the sweated dust clinging to her face, and plucked her scarf back into place.  She could see them.  There they were, standing at the door of Tweet’s Sweets (where else would they be on a day as hot as […]

FREEDOM BOULEVARD L.WINFREY YOUNG CHAPTER EIGHT

Cabins, barns, built out trading posts, the telegraph office and Church, the tannery and bake house, the smokehouses, the Mill Creek lumber yard, the train depot, and all the rest, had turned an abandoned plantation into the bustling town called Cabbage T—and Able found himself needing to be in two places that happened to be […]

FREEDOM BOULEVARD L.WINFREY YOUNG CHAPTER SEVEN

They liked to laugh together, Old Benny and Able Handy. On this day, they’d been at it on and off since dawn; swapping stories, telling lies, and roaring when one outdid the other. Able had stepped inside the cooler darkness of Cabbage T.’s largest trading post to tell Benny what he wanted to know about […]