“Izzy, you need to come take a look at this.”

Isabella James, or, Izzy, as she was known to her students, groaned as she stood up to follow Darren. She’d been wedged between the side of a barn and a tree right next to it for the better part of two hours, carefully unearthing a rock that featured a petroglyph carved into it.

Darren led her to the main excavation site, where her crew’s voices were raised in excitement as they stood in a huddle, all looking down at the ground.

“Move aside, you fools,” Darren exclaimed, “The boss lady has arrived.”

Izzy walked down the ramp into the excavation site as her group moved aside for her. They’d been working almost nonstop ever since the owner of this farm had contacted her after they had discovered a strange looking drawing on a rock out in the middle of a field they had been clearing.

“It’s clearly a wall, Iz,” Lara Bruno, her field assistant enthused, “You can see it stretches that way, and then makes a turn down there.”

Izzy felt a little faint all of a sudden, and she knew it wasn’t the hot summer sun, either. This was big. So, so big. Bigger than anything she’d ever dreamed that she’d be a part of, after taking the teaching job at tiny little Haverston College, in the small town of Rook’s Mill, Kansas.

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