Chapter OneJerusalem's Landing, Vermont
Saturday, September 30, 1933
I laid down my pen and stared at the page. I was seated at the small desk in my kitchen, which also serves as my official office, going over the list of delinquent taxes, which as town constable it is my sworn duty to collect. In truth, I was trying to find a way not to collect these taxes. This Great Depression we are now enduring has made payment an impossibility for most of our citizens, and I have come to believe that the law must be subverted wherever possible.
I was pondering this dilemma at eight o'clock in the morning when Abel...