The Lady Of The Fields

A Farm Full of Sorrows, a Field Full of Hope

For generations, the Mullis farm stood as a quiet testament to family, love, and loss. Now, with Jacob Mullis gone, the land faces a turning point—and so does the family he left behind. Tasked with welcoming potential buyers, Randy Mullis soon learns that the real draw of the property isn’t the fields or the house, but the legend whispered through the valley: the “Lady of the Fields,” said to haunt the land with quiet purpose.

As Randy begins to share the long-buried story of his father’s life, a tale unfolds—of forbidden love, a daughter lost, and the heartbreak that shadowed every season of Jacob’s life. From the death of his beloved Melissa to the estrangement from his firstborn, and the devastating loss of his wife Phoebe, Jacob carried more sorrow than most. Yet in his final days, his hope endured: that his family might come together again, and that Wendy—the daughter he never stopped longing for—would finally come home.

Blending memory and myth, The Lady of the Fields explores whether healing is possible, even after a lifetime of pain. And whether, on a stretch of land soaked in sorrow and magic, a broken family can find its way back to itself.

Discover a haunting, heartfelt story of legacy, forgiveness, and the quiet magic of home.

Excerpt from the book

It’s been nearly a year since Jacob Mullis passed away. Today is July 8, 2020. It is mid-afternoon; it’s hot, the humidity is high, and there’s no chance of rain. Randy Mullis, the youngest of four children, sits patiently on the deck, waiting for the first potential buyers for the farm and house.

He feels emotional, remembering how much his father loved this farm and the magic in the two one-hundred-acre fields bordering the rear of the farmhouse lawn.

Randy was not as eager to sell as the rest of his siblings. He knew in his heart that this place was magical. Even though his father was often sad, this farm brought him joy. He loved sitting on the deck, smoking his pipe, and watching the fields he had never planted. They were mostly grass and weeds, but to his father, they were beautiful just the way they were.

An SUV drives down the gravel road to the house. The passengers are the Altmans, Doug and Sarah, both middle-aged. According to the realtor, this couple is interested in buying the farm.

Randy wipes his eyes, inhales, and walks onto the lawn to greet them.

“Hello! You are the Altmans, right?”

“Yes.”

“My name is Randy Mullis. I will be showing you the farm.”

He pauses, puts his hands on his hips, and looks at the fields, then at the Altmans.

“Are you ready to see the house?”

“Ah, we want to hear about what happened in the fields. We read the brochure on the house and the story about the fields in the local paper. We would love to hear the story from you if you wouldn’t mind telling us,” Doug said expectantly.

“And I would like to hear about the lady in the white cloak walking the fields,” Sarah said eagerly, smiling.

Randy smiled slightly, turned, looked at the fields, and sighed while remembering.

“Well, it’s a long story, and it’s hot out here. Would y’all like to go inside where it’s cool?” Randy asked.

“Can we sit out here while you tell the story, Mr. Mullis?” Mrs. Altman asked.

“Okay, let me get the fan out of the kitchen. I can plug it in out here and at least get the air moving so it won’t be so hot.”

He turned on the fan and paused. He looked at the Altmans and thought, this ain’t gonna be easy for me.

“Please, have a seat,” Randy said, gesturing.

Randy sat across from the Altmans, closed his eyes for a second, and then managed a slight smile.

“To tell you this story, I will have to start from where it all began. This is the way my father told me the story. And it is a long story.”

“We got time, Randy,” Mrs. Altman said, eagerly anticipating.

He leaned in the chair facing the Altmans, his hands folded between his legs. Taking a deep breath, he began the story of the lady of the fields.