Chapter Twenty-Nine

To Sheriff Clyde Bonnell:

There is a dead body buried on Foggy Lane next to the abandoned well. It’s been there a while so it’s liable to stink. Might not be much left of it.

The unsigned note had been tacked to the outside of the door. Deputy Dewey asked the shop owners around town if they had seen who had put it there. They all shook or scratched their heads in wonder and said they had not. It must have been done after dark when the shops were closed. Well, there was nothing he could do but go check it out. He went to the livery, borrowed a shovel from Gus, and hitched his horse to a buckboard.

“Here,” Gus said. “Might need this here burlap sack if’n you’re goin’ after a dead body.” He dusted his right hand on his leg to clean it off a little and handed him an extra kerchief. “Might need this, too.” He grinned around a toothpick.

Dewey climbed into the seat of the wagon and started off.

“Have fun,” Gus laughed, waving him off.

“You can come with,” Dewey said. “Might improve your disposition.” Might ruin both of our days.

The livery was across the road from the sheriff’s office on a nameless road that made a loop off of Hinton Road. He would have to drive a mile and a half back to Pine Grove Road and another mile and a half from there to Foggy Lane. Then he would have to hunt for that abandoned well and start digging. No telling how deep the body was buried. And what if it was a hoax and there was no body? A whole afternoon wasted for nothing. He pushed his hat down hard on his head and snapped the reins. “Get up,” he shouted to the horse.

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Frienemies: Chapter 26

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Jason rode back to the Jackson residence the next morning. His mother was taking care of Nana, making sure she was comfortable. She sent some freshly made biscuits with a jar of honey and another jar of homemade blackberry jelly from the previous autumn.

He knew where she would be. He knocked on the barn door. No one answered. There was no sound at all, not even a nicker from Sun. He cautiously opened the door which creaked on its hinges. Still no sound. He strolled through the barn, calling Fawn as he went. There was no answer.   …

It was only when he mounted his horse to leave that he noticed three sets of fresh hoof prints, all heading in the same direction. The assumption was Fawn was in the company of Joel and Angel. The hair rose on the back of his neck, a sure sign that something was not as it seemed. Should he follow or leave well enough alone? Lord, what should I do?






Frienemies: Plot Decisions

I have been struggling with the basic premise of this novel for some time. I’m not sure the motive for Angel’s actions is strong enough. I’m going to try to tighten up the plot and add more suspense. There may even be a family connection between Joel and Angel, thus making him more vulnerable to her demands, kind of like a younger brother idolizing his big sister. Readers, if you have read the novel thus far on ChapterBuzz, tell me what you think.


Excerpt: “Frienemies” Chapter Twenty-Five

Fawn was shaking and sobbing. Where were the gods of her ancestors who were supposed to protect her? She had taken her fetish with her. Maybe she should have left it home so it would have done its job. Where was Nana’s white God? If he was so powerful, why did he let this happen? Continue reading “Excerpt: “Frienemies” Chapter Twenty-Five”