SixHarry Towers, or anyone for that matter thinking the Harpers lived in a junkyard before, had a surprise coming. The small clearing claimed by the squatters as a homestead had now been claimed by smoke. The shack, what could be seen of it through the acrid gray swirls, had collapsed and was wildly burning. The roof was gone but, in a cruel joke, the fragile porch railing remained untouched, giving it the appearance of a church pulpit over the wreckage.
Crystal, the only family member still on her feet following the cosmic barrage, coughed and waved her hands before her searing eyes, crying out, “Daddy! Caleb! Jay!”
She turned in place, searching but seeing little, wondering what in heaven to do. Somewhere in the yard, beneath the smoke, she heard a groan. “Daddy? Caleb?” She heard it a
