by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Probably the most exciting event in our little town’s history this past year was the day when Estelle Kyrouac killed her husband Robert. They had been arguing for days, Robert was sullen, and Estelle was a crack shot with a 12 gauge. The facts were all there. The neighbors had heard the arguing, the neighbors saw the lights come on, and the