"Ahh, Rosamond," Adam glanced up. "Pippa feared you would never return."
"Linda made me do the rounds," I laughed. "I think she dragged me to every house in town."
"She taught school in this town for forty-five years," Adam said. "Her former students make sure she's always got a market to sell her goods."
"I don't get it," I said. "How does she keep her farm so green when every other farm in the territory is turning brown?"
"Linda has one of the few wells in town which never runs dry," Adam said. "Local legend claims there's a sacred aboriginal well which bubbles up here in times of drought, though during the Millennium Drought, even she had to sacrifice most of her crops."
"What about now?" I asked. "Word in town is everybody is worried about this latest drought cycle?"
"It's not to
