Boise: Puddles Under A Crate Labeled Nails

It has not rained in months, so why is the freight dock wet? A crate marked nails and canvas keeps seeping, a salt-hound keeps barking at it and the shipping papers trace back to a company that was never real. Wren chases a smell like an oncoming storm. Boundwater's third chapter blends frontier mystery and legend. Boise readers who enjoy a good puzzle can find it at the Home Page link.