The door was locked from the outside. But, was that to keep people out, or keep the secrets in?
Nestled in the hills and canyons of Northern Idaho, surrounded by the fields his family had farmed for generations it sat. It was the center, right between the old farmhouse and the new. ‘The coop’ was, somehow, chicken coop, playhouse, and gypsy wagon combined. Under its weathered shingles someone had made the place her own. Under its weathered eaves the brothers still hid when the conflicts were too hot and the pain too deep. And no one would talk about it.
Instead Uncle Harley drops hints and causes mayhem. Dad, the naval officer, starts acting more like a sulky class mate. And Uncle Theo? Always intimidating, always ‘perfect’ Uncle Theo seems to become less perfect. And yet more human…
After being dragged to the funeral of a man he’s never met John Johnson needs something the brothers won’t give him; answers. Anger and curiosity set him on his path into the heart of the farm, past the peeling green paint, past the gray weathered wood, and into the past they won’t tell him about.
An old farm hand, new friends and the girl of his dreams await him on that path. Each holding a part of the puzzle. Each strengthening and helping, filling in where Dad and the Uncles won’t. Each will bring him closer to his answers, if they don’t kill him first…