It all began one quiet evening up on Lazy Hill Road, at the Nickel Pig Saloon, that is? you know, down 'round Creekwood Green? They were all there: Pete Liddle, the sheriff, Doc Thiemann, Deacon Hoot, the mayor (of course). Jim Bob was there too; and so was his little brother, Tater?. Well, he wasn't really his brother, but that doesn't matter right now. Lil' Tate was actually somewhere down in Pete's basement, playing in the stardust with his new friend. They were rolling a stone back and forth as sound of dynamite thundered in the near distance. It was a black stone, I tell you. And so sets the stage for CREEKWOOD GREEN, Book One of THE APPLE TREE, a home-spun tale of historical fiction/fantasy, western romance, mystery, intrigue, spiritual awakening, pathos and humor, good and evil; a phantasmagorical hayride into the soul and psyche of nineteenth century Americana, as seen through the keen blue eyes of an ax-wielding pilgrim, Jim-Bob Moses. Exactly what is it he's looking for anyway? It's not what he thinks, and certainly not what he wants. Not right now anyway. But he'll find out, eventually. They all do. It'll take some time, of course; it always does. But what's the hurry? He's still young, strong and healthy. He's got a good home, a job, and a lot of friends. There's plenty of work to do. Why, he's the son of the mayor, Buck Odie? well, sort of. Lives in the Red-house and everything! Besides that, he'll be married soon. Real soon! And won't that beat everything? And Founder's Day is right around the corner. They'll be cornbrew and Ten-keg for everyone! What a great day to be alive. Meanwhile, let's get back to the saloon, shall we? Look! Jim-Bob's finished pouring the rounds and he's just about ready to make his big announcement. Listen?