My Own Cherry Tree

In the far reaches of southern Arizona, tucked away amidst the cactus and hay fields, on the banks of the mighty San Pedro River, is the sleepy town of Pomerene. At a glance, it's an idyllic small town. But sometimes, that slumber was quite fitful. Sometimes, in the dead of the night, old timers would wake up wondering if that was just a normal sound in the night, or if the savages were on a rampage again. Tribes of painted grade school children, scaring his livestock and egging his house. ...