The Ballad of Ronan McCoy

Chapter 18

In Ireland it’s bad luck to cut down a fairy thorn tree.

Ronan didn’t believe that. Some say not believing is just as bad as cutting one down.

A fairy thorn once stood in the middle of the barley field; the one I’d heard about but never been to. Only a stump remained.

When the barley was high, you’d never even know it was there.