It's a hard spring for Ruth Willmarth. The mud lies deep on her Vermont farm, and a rash of barn burnings is sweeping the region. Her 10-year-old son disappears, and her elderly neighbors are murdered. Along with the demands of her farm, Ruth feels the pressure bearing down on her--and knows she ...
Ruth Willmarth wakes one hot July night to a cacophony of drums, high-pitched warbling, and the bellowing of cows. Her lover, Colm, has invited his distant cousin, Darren, to fill in as herdsman on her Vermont farm, and Darren has brought along his extended family of volatile Irish Travellers. Am...
Multiple mysteries develop in rural Vermont. A skeleton turns up in a rural dairy farm, a ghost invades a neighboring farmhouse B&B, local birds are poisoned, and there are strange goings-on at a women's shelter. Martin's Press.
Then when Mert reached in his pocket for a few bucks the taxi drove off and Brownie said the school nurse had paid and he could bring her the money the next day. He was throwing up “all over the place,” he said, and she was afraid he had a bug. A couple of throw-up bugs, Brownie explained, were s...
Its long skinny tail was wrapped twice around its feet. It had pulled off its scarlet ruff; it looked sad, like it missed Hackberry. Or had missed its meal. “Here, Sweet Gum.” He tossed a peanut and the monkey swallowed it. “Good shot,” a voice said, and he jumped. In a far corner of the room a c...
. .” Moira was trying hard to understand what Stan was saying. The stroke had left him paralyzed on the left side, his speech so impaired he could only say: “Lishun tamee, shellee orshar ...” “Don’t try to talk, sweetheart, save your energy.” Moira knelt beside his wheelchair, held tight to his l...
Five boys sat there in the hay, their pockets bulging with green apples. Their tin badges gleamed in the July sun that slanted through the loft window. The old barn was thick with dust and mold and the ripe smell of apples. Zoe sneezed and heard the boys snicker. Planting her feet wide, she stare...