Holly Messinger books

The Curse of Jacob Tracy: A Novel

“I don’t know,” Boz said, when asked for his opinion. He scooped flour into a bowl, added salt and saleratus. “I don’t know about none of it.” “Well, you met Ferris.” Trace turned the sausages with a fork, rolling their pale bellies over in the grease. “What’d you think about him? You reckon he w...