Michael Malone - Weebly

pretty much forgotten about what A.A.
Hayes's editorials had called "The Abandoned
Highway Scandal"?
The banker sat down in his recliner-rocker. Across
the room, the wall was lined with photographs of his
family. One of Kate frowned at him. That slide in his
head kept clicking, and he closed his eyes against the
following memory:
During the time when the state had first expressed
interest in building a highway connector on his property,
Ernest Ransom had decided that he ought to go look at
land, even useless land, that had been so long his
family's inheritance, before relinquishing it. He had not
explored the woods and marsh of the acreage he
owned north of Route 3 since his boyhood. He had
gone there and found again, after a search, the old
Indian trail that led westward toward Bredforet Pond.
And setting out, his thoughts, his senses, had suddenly
rushed back forty years. Back to a time when the
woods he then hiked through, when the flat, highgrassed
marsh had been a field for tests of courage
more vital to his sense of who he was than those more