Johnson Farm

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 wer...