Min Edwards's Blog
February 28, 2016
Back to Normal
Yes, I'm back to normal after last week's huge Book Blast for Stone Fall hosted by The Killion Group Inc. It was fun but exhausting. And a big shout-out to their PR Danica Sorber. She's fantastic.
Thanks Fresh Fiction; Archaeolibrarian--I Dig Good Books!; Jen's Reading Obsession; HEA Romances with a Little Kick; Hart's Romance Pulse; Yah Gotta Read This; United Indie Book Blog; OMGReads; Nicole's Book Musings; T&L Book Reviews; BookSkater; Happily Ever Chapter; A British Bookworm's Blog; EskieMama Reads; Brooke Blogs; Xtreme Delusions; The Book Quarry; Evermore Books; Romancing the Readers; Underneath the Covers and Charmed Reflections. These sites were so great to have me on.
See why I'm so tired? That's a lot of sites but Danica made it easy.
The reason I decided to go this route was discoverability. I'm writing away, almost finished on my 5th book, with books 6 and 7 pulling up to the final rail... and plotting all finished on book 8. But few out there in reader land know my name. Perhaps now they do.
I hear all the time this phrase 'I'm not writing to sell books, I'm writing for myself (or my children) (or my family).' Well, yes there's that. But I'm writing so that all the stories that have been bouncing in my brain since I was a little girl don't die with me before they get a chance to fly. If fame and money don't find me, at least perhaps my stories will find a place in someone's heart. And isn't that a little like living forever?
I remember the first time one of my monographs found its way into print how proud I was. And when my Masters Thesis joined the other tomes of graduates in the library on the campus of The University of Texas at Austin (PCL) how I thought I was a star. This whole publishing thing is pretty heady. But really, who's actually going to pick up "The archeology of 41NU11, the Kirchmeyer Site, Nueces County, Texas : long-term utilization of a coastal clay dune." But it's there for posterity if any of you want to read it. I've been told it's a classic!
Now I have four novels forever residing in the bowels of Amazon: Stone Bay, Stone Cold, Stone Heart, and the latest Stone Fall. Heady indeed.
So thanks to all the blog sites and to The Killion Group, Inc. and Danica Sorber. You can't know how much I appreciate your work on my behalf.
Thanks Fresh Fiction; Archaeolibrarian--I Dig Good Books!; Jen's Reading Obsession; HEA Romances with a Little Kick; Hart's Romance Pulse; Yah Gotta Read This; United Indie Book Blog; OMGReads; Nicole's Book Musings; T&L Book Reviews; BookSkater; Happily Ever Chapter; A British Bookworm's Blog; EskieMama Reads; Brooke Blogs; Xtreme Delusions; The Book Quarry; Evermore Books; Romancing the Readers; Underneath the Covers and Charmed Reflections. These sites were so great to have me on.
See why I'm so tired? That's a lot of sites but Danica made it easy.
The reason I decided to go this route was discoverability. I'm writing away, almost finished on my 5th book, with books 6 and 7 pulling up to the final rail... and plotting all finished on book 8. But few out there in reader land know my name. Perhaps now they do.
I hear all the time this phrase 'I'm not writing to sell books, I'm writing for myself (or my children) (or my family).' Well, yes there's that. But I'm writing so that all the stories that have been bouncing in my brain since I was a little girl don't die with me before they get a chance to fly. If fame and money don't find me, at least perhaps my stories will find a place in someone's heart. And isn't that a little like living forever?
I remember the first time one of my monographs found its way into print how proud I was. And when my Masters Thesis joined the other tomes of graduates in the library on the campus of The University of Texas at Austin (PCL) how I thought I was a star. This whole publishing thing is pretty heady. But really, who's actually going to pick up "The archeology of 41NU11, the Kirchmeyer Site, Nueces County, Texas : long-term utilization of a coastal clay dune." But it's there for posterity if any of you want to read it. I've been told it's a classic!
Now I have four novels forever residing in the bowels of Amazon: Stone Bay, Stone Cold, Stone Heart, and the latest Stone Fall. Heady indeed.
So thanks to all the blog sites and to The Killion Group, Inc. and Danica Sorber. You can't know how much I appreciate your work on my behalf.
February 24, 2016
Stone Fall VIrtual Blog Tour
Wow, thank goodness for The Killion Group! http://thekilliongroupinc.com/pr-mark... I would never have been able to do this without them and their fantastic PR person, Danica.
My first Virtual Blog Tour (http://thekilliongroupinc.com/wp-cont...) began Monday, Feb 22nd and will continue until Friday, Feb 26th. For the schedule of blogs I'll visit check out: http://thekilliongroupinc.com/follow-...
The first day (Feb 22) had a couple of glitches but by day 2 (Feb 23), everything was running smoothly. And if you don't know what a Virtual Blog Tour is... the preparation is grueling but Danica eased the way. Every day four or five... or more blogs agree to either highlight my current book... STONE FALL, Book Three in High Tide Suspense series... or ask me to do a guest blog. If I'm blogging, then sometimes I get a choice of topics, or am assigned a topic then try to wrangle my thoughts into a 300 to 700 word entry. For this campaign I had 26 blogs to visit, 4-6 per day, but thank goodness only 5 guest blogs to write.
Day 1: I visited with Archaeolibrarian -- I Dig Good Books; Jen's Reading Obsession; and HEA Romances with a Little Kick; all fun sites and I thank them enormously for having me.
Day 2: Fresh Fiction ( http://freshfiction.com/) showcased me; Hart's Romance Pulse; Yah Gotta Read This; United Indie Book Blog; and OMGReads. All fabulous blogs and again thanks so much for having me.
Now the reason for this particular Virtual Blog Tour is this. I have 4 novels published now, but my name is not a household item yet. Far from it actually. No one knows me. So by participating in a Blog Tour, it gets my name (and book) out to thousands of readers who follow these blogs and maybe... just maybe... I'll be discovered. It's the hope anyway.
At the end of the week, I'll tell you how Days 3-5 went. Then in March STONE FALL will appear on NetGalley, a site for librarians, bookstores, reviewers and others. When I had my bookstore, A Thirsty Mind Words and Wines, I haunted this site, getting review copies of books I thought looked interesting and then writing a short snippet about them. I can't wait to see the response to STONE FALL!
So until weeks end, I'll say adios!
My first Virtual Blog Tour (http://thekilliongroupinc.com/wp-cont...) began Monday, Feb 22nd and will continue until Friday, Feb 26th. For the schedule of blogs I'll visit check out: http://thekilliongroupinc.com/follow-...
The first day (Feb 22) had a couple of glitches but by day 2 (Feb 23), everything was running smoothly. And if you don't know what a Virtual Blog Tour is... the preparation is grueling but Danica eased the way. Every day four or five... or more blogs agree to either highlight my current book... STONE FALL, Book Three in High Tide Suspense series... or ask me to do a guest blog. If I'm blogging, then sometimes I get a choice of topics, or am assigned a topic then try to wrangle my thoughts into a 300 to 700 word entry. For this campaign I had 26 blogs to visit, 4-6 per day, but thank goodness only 5 guest blogs to write.
Day 1: I visited with Archaeolibrarian -- I Dig Good Books; Jen's Reading Obsession; and HEA Romances with a Little Kick; all fun sites and I thank them enormously for having me.
Day 2: Fresh Fiction ( http://freshfiction.com/) showcased me; Hart's Romance Pulse; Yah Gotta Read This; United Indie Book Blog; and OMGReads. All fabulous blogs and again thanks so much for having me.
Now the reason for this particular Virtual Blog Tour is this. I have 4 novels published now, but my name is not a household item yet. Far from it actually. No one knows me. So by participating in a Blog Tour, it gets my name (and book) out to thousands of readers who follow these blogs and maybe... just maybe... I'll be discovered. It's the hope anyway.
At the end of the week, I'll tell you how Days 3-5 went. Then in March STONE FALL will appear on NetGalley, a site for librarians, bookstores, reviewers and others. When I had my bookstore, A Thirsty Mind Words and Wines, I haunted this site, getting review copies of books I thought looked interesting and then writing a short snippet about them. I can't wait to see the response to STONE FALL!
So until weeks end, I'll say adios!
The Ruby Eye Excerpt
So... today, my writing in my WIP, The Ruby Eye, is going so well, the story is moving along nicely, that I thought I'd show you a peek. First a bit of background. The Ruby Eye is the first book in my new TARE: Talon Archaeological Research and Exploration series. It's of course an archaeological adverture, thriller, romance. Well, it has to have a little romance, doesn't it? The action takes place near a large bay on the northern coast of Luzon, the Philippines. I've patterned it after Dasol Bay, a place I've visited often although it's been some years ago. It's a huge bay with hundreds of islands scattered about, some tiny, some larger. All covered by jungle and critters. I'm talking rats, snakes, sea creatures in the water, lots of things to bite you, crawl over you, nip your toes. Fun times! So here's a snippet with my heroine, Bryn Carmichael:
“I don’t know what you intend.” Bryn confronted who she assumed was the leader, Boy Chang. He looked nothing like a boy, but everything like the man in charge.
“Well, Ms. Bryn Carmichael,” he answered in excellent English with only the trace of an accent... either Filipino or perhaps Vietnamese, “I intend to take you all to one of my islands. There you await further orders. Now, no more questions.”
He turned to a heavily scarred man. “Raji, take them below. Put two guards on the door. I want no trouble. This merchandise must be presented to Lao Sung in the best condition possible. Understand?”
The crewman nodded with a leer.
Bryn and the girls were pushed and prodded down a companionway and into a small room with only one porthole to light it. At least they would have some kind of ventilation on this scow.
As soon as the door was closed and locked from the outside, the girls began to talk, moan, cry.
“I don’t know what you intend.” Bryn confronted who she assumed was the leader, Boy Chang. He looked nothing like a boy, but everything like the man in charge.
“Well, Ms. Bryn Carmichael,” he answered in excellent English with only the trace of an accent... either Filipino or perhaps Vietnamese, “I intend to take you all to one of my islands. There you await further orders. Now, no more questions.”
He turned to a heavily scarred man. “Raji, take them below. Put two guards on the door. I want no trouble. This merchandise must be presented to Lao Sung in the best condition possible. Understand?”
The crewman nodded with a leer.
Bryn and the girls were pushed and prodded down a companionway and into a small room with only one porthole to light it. At least they would have some kind of ventilation on this scow.
As soon as the door was closed and locked from the outside, the girls began to talk, moan, cry.
November 8, 2015
Stone Fall
The third book in my High Tide Suspense series is ready for my editor. We're hoping for a Christmas or New Years publication. Want to take a peek at a scene?
In a corner she heard skitterings and her breath stopped. She slowly turned her head but she no longer heard the sounds.
What in the hell was that? Did snakes make that kind of noise?
The only light that seeped into the shed was a sliver beneath the door, enough to show her where the door was, but not enough to allow her to see much of anything else in the room. The crack was also enough for things to crawl or slither in from outside. And at that moment, she watched, horrified, as a many-legged thing came to visit.
She backed slowly across the small space until she'd wedged herself in a corner.
“If that... comes near me, I’ll just step on it. It’s okay. I can kill it. My days of screaming every time I see a bug with more legs than six are over. And that slit under the door isn’t big enough for a snake. Surely it isn’t,” she whispered into the heat and darkness.
She watched the alien bug come nearer, waving it’s feelers in the air as if trying to smell her. Then the thing passed from the illumination under the door and entered the shadows on the floor. But she could still see its shape as her eyes became used to the darkness. She could even hear the scraping of its many legs across the dirt and refuse
She waited.
Finally it came within inches of her foot. The ambient light was barely enough to see its shape in the dirt, but she knew she had to act... now.
Just as the creature stopped, reared back waving its legs in the air, Sandra stomped... then stomped again... and again. To make it final, she scraped the jellied mess across the floor to the opposite corner and with her remaining shoe, she dug a hole and pushed the thing in, piling dirt and leaves over its body.
“There, you sucker. You’re dead. Rest in peace. Amen. Of course, I can’t possibly put that damned shoe back on.” She looked down at her bare feet and sighed. “At least, now they match.”
Sandra slowly returned to her corner. After taking a deep breath and inspecting the wall behind her for other dangers, she sank to the dirt floor.
Please, Nick. Save me.>
In a corner she heard skitterings and her breath stopped. She slowly turned her head but she no longer heard the sounds.
What in the hell was that? Did snakes make that kind of noise?
The only light that seeped into the shed was a sliver beneath the door, enough to show her where the door was, but not enough to allow her to see much of anything else in the room. The crack was also enough for things to crawl or slither in from outside. And at that moment, she watched, horrified, as a many-legged thing came to visit.
She backed slowly across the small space until she'd wedged herself in a corner.
“If that... comes near me, I’ll just step on it. It’s okay. I can kill it. My days of screaming every time I see a bug with more legs than six are over. And that slit under the door isn’t big enough for a snake. Surely it isn’t,” she whispered into the heat and darkness.
She watched the alien bug come nearer, waving it’s feelers in the air as if trying to smell her. Then the thing passed from the illumination under the door and entered the shadows on the floor. But she could still see its shape as her eyes became used to the darkness. She could even hear the scraping of its many legs across the dirt and refuse
She waited.
Finally it came within inches of her foot. The ambient light was barely enough to see its shape in the dirt, but she knew she had to act... now.
Just as the creature stopped, reared back waving its legs in the air, Sandra stomped... then stomped again... and again. To make it final, she scraped the jellied mess across the floor to the opposite corner and with her remaining shoe, she dug a hole and pushed the thing in, piling dirt and leaves over its body.
“There, you sucker. You’re dead. Rest in peace. Amen. Of course, I can’t possibly put that damned shoe back on.” She looked down at her bare feet and sighed. “At least, now they match.”
Sandra slowly returned to her corner. After taking a deep breath and inspecting the wall behind her for other dangers, she sank to the dirt floor.
Please, Nick. Save me.>
January 15, 2015
Stone Heart, Book Two in the High Tide Suspense series
I'm coming to the end of this work-in-progress. Just a few more chapters and I can put 'Done' to the final draft of the book.
The story came easily to me, but surprisingly the hero and his personality eluded me. This final draft is nothing like the first draft. My hero changed his name, had a severe attitude adjustment, and in my eyes, he's better for it. I admire him now... Drew Meacham. Such a strong, likable name, don't you think?
The heroine, Annie, likes him better, too. As does Anita the goat. You must make sure your hero's personality doesn't clash with the goats (or any other animal in the book).
So by middle of January, this tome will fly off to my editor as well as a beta reader and we'll see what they think. Then I'll have to mull over the cover. Unfortunately the action in this book takes place in the late spring in Downeast Maine. That's a pity as we have lovely snow covering everything right now, and I like my book covers to include a background image from my own property.
Stone Bay's background image was taken early one morning on the edge of my southern-most beach. Stone Cold's background was of our bay, Cobscook, an arm of the Bay of Fundy. So this background should be one of my fields in spring. Looks like I'll have to dig into my image archives for that... or delay the book until June, 2015.
Not going to happen. The archives it is.
Do you take pictures of your property through the seasons? Or the changing decor in your house? Or save your photography for vacations and important family events?
The story came easily to me, but surprisingly the hero and his personality eluded me. This final draft is nothing like the first draft. My hero changed his name, had a severe attitude adjustment, and in my eyes, he's better for it. I admire him now... Drew Meacham. Such a strong, likable name, don't you think?
The heroine, Annie, likes him better, too. As does Anita the goat. You must make sure your hero's personality doesn't clash with the goats (or any other animal in the book).
So by middle of January, this tome will fly off to my editor as well as a beta reader and we'll see what they think. Then I'll have to mull over the cover. Unfortunately the action in this book takes place in the late spring in Downeast Maine. That's a pity as we have lovely snow covering everything right now, and I like my book covers to include a background image from my own property.
Stone Bay's background image was taken early one morning on the edge of my southern-most beach. Stone Cold's background was of our bay, Cobscook, an arm of the Bay of Fundy. So this background should be one of my fields in spring. Looks like I'll have to dig into my image archives for that... or delay the book until June, 2015.
Not going to happen. The archives it is.
Do you take pictures of your property through the seasons? Or the changing decor in your house? Or save your photography for vacations and important family events?
December 19, 2014
Stone Bay Holiday Sale
Because I love my readers and 'tis the season after all, I have my novel,
Stone Bay
on sale until January 2 (or 3rd) for only $0.99.
This is the story of a Texas girl who feels she needs to shake up her quiet, comfortable life in the Hill Country of Central Texas. She puts her house up for sale, then begins looking for a new place to live... not in Texas. It's hot, and it's only late April. Surely there's someplace else. Maybe the online real estate sites can help.
She is drawn to a beautiful old Greek Revival style home, but it's in Maine. Well, why not. Her house is already sold and she needs to move, so why not to Maine.
Her adventures in her new home and with her new friends are many and change her life in unexpected ways.
Join me in a celebration of Amanda Warner's new life as a Texas Cowgirl in Maine. Stone Bay
Love to you all,
Min Edwards
This is the story of a Texas girl who feels she needs to shake up her quiet, comfortable life in the Hill Country of Central Texas. She puts her house up for sale, then begins looking for a new place to live... not in Texas. It's hot, and it's only late April. Surely there's someplace else. Maybe the online real estate sites can help.
She is drawn to a beautiful old Greek Revival style home, but it's in Maine. Well, why not. Her house is already sold and she needs to move, so why not to Maine.
Her adventures in her new home and with her new friends are many and change her life in unexpected ways.
Join me in a celebration of Amanda Warner's new life as a Texas Cowgirl in Maine. Stone Bay
Love to you all,
Min Edwards
July 17, 2014
Stone Fall, Book 3 in the High Tide Suspense series
I’m going to give you a peek at my up-coming book, Stone Fall. I think it’s going well. This is from Chapter 1… or maybe Chapter 2. Hey, it’s a Work in Progress (WIP) so nothing is written in stone. Enjoy!
Back at the station, Nick calmly, or as calmly as he was able, led Al and the boy-criminals back to the empty office which they used as an interrogation room. Of course, there was rarely the opportunity to interrogate anyone, maybe four times in the last three years if his memory was correct. But anyway there were chairs and a table in the room and a lock on the door.
“Al, take the cuffs off them, please. Boys sit down.”
As soon as Al removed the plastic cuffs the boys bolted for the door, but Nick was faster.
“Hold on there, you little shits. Sit down. Now,” he bellowed.
They sat.
“Okay. So what’s the story? What were you doing behind Mrs. Carmody’s house? You first,” he said and pointed to the skinny kid. “Tim, isn’t it? Doesn’t your mother work at the market?”
Just the mention of the boy’s mother had him blushing and slumping. He mumbled, “Yes… sir.”
Smart kid, Nick thought. “So, you want to answer the question?”
“Which one?” The kid actually looked confused.
“Why were you behind Mrs. Carmody’s house?” Nick growled. The kid sat up a bit straighter and a little fear flashed across his face. Good, Nick thought. Maybe this won’t take all day.
“Um, nothin’?” the kid muttered.
“Nothin’, huh. Are you sure? You don’t seem sure.” Now Nick was getting a little angry, and of course Al seemed to be sleeping, his chair leaning back a bit against the wall. Why hadn’t he stayed in the military? Really, this town was going to be the death of him. Could someone actually die of frustration? Because he was fast getting there.
At that moment, the other kid, Jerry Scofield, if he remembered correctly, piped up. “We were going to throw mud on her laundry. She always hangs her laundry on the line on Wednesday morning. We see it every Wednesday. It was Tim’s idea,” he said, pointing at his partner in crime.
“Did you do it? Throw the mud? And why aren’t you two in school?”
“No, I saw the cruiser drive up and heard Mrs. Carmody yell, so we ran.”
“I see. And my other question? School?” This was like pulling teeth.
“School?” Jerry seemed a bit confused by this. Tim seemed to be taking a nap.
“Aren’t you two in school?” Nick was almost there, almost to the point of violence.
“Oh, yeah. Well, we got suspended yesterday.”
“For what?” Heaven help me. I’m going to suspend them both—from the ceiling—in a minute.
“Um,” Jerry muttered, looking to his pal for help, but Tim was still sleeping.
“Spit it out.”
“Um, uh, throwing mud at the girls’ pep squad.”
Jesus help me. Nick rubbed his forehead, the nape of his neck, the top of his head. All were pounding now. In fact, if he didn’t get these kids out of the room in ten seconds, his head would explode and instead of mud flung around the room, it would be brain matter. He bet that would thrill these two morons.
“Al,” he yelled which caused Al to jerk and the chair to tip over, Al falling to the side, adding a truly slap-stick side-bar to this incredibly stupid conversation. Of course the boys laughed.
“Shut up.” Nick growled which did indeed shut them up. “Al, drive the boys home. Jerry, is your mother home?”
“No… sir?”
“Where is she?” I’m gonna kill him in less than fifteen seconds, I swear.
“She works at the Quick Mart.”
“What!” How could this moment be any more farcical? “You mean your mother was in the store while you were going to mud Mrs. Carmody’s laundry right across the street?”
“I guess.”
“How did you get to the Quick Mart?”
“Um, my mom drove us.”
Get a gun. “Al, drive them to the market. I’ll call Tim’s mom. She can decide what to do with them. And don’t think you’re off the hook, Jerry. I’m callin’ your mom too.”
A few minutes later, Nick was back at his desk. The moms called—angry as hell. The boys wouldn’t be mudding anyone or anything for a long while, he was sure.
A soft knock on the door, and Nora, one of the dispatchers stuck her head in the office.
“Sheriff, did Tim and Jerry give you a hard time?”
“Oh, that’s funny… I didn’t think of them like that. You’re right, one skinny and one chubby… Tom and Jerry. Thanks.” Nick leaned back laughing like a loon.
Back at the station, Nick calmly, or as calmly as he was able, led Al and the boy-criminals back to the empty office which they used as an interrogation room. Of course, there was rarely the opportunity to interrogate anyone, maybe four times in the last three years if his memory was correct. But anyway there were chairs and a table in the room and a lock on the door.
“Al, take the cuffs off them, please. Boys sit down.”
As soon as Al removed the plastic cuffs the boys bolted for the door, but Nick was faster.
“Hold on there, you little shits. Sit down. Now,” he bellowed.
They sat.
“Okay. So what’s the story? What were you doing behind Mrs. Carmody’s house? You first,” he said and pointed to the skinny kid. “Tim, isn’t it? Doesn’t your mother work at the market?”
Just the mention of the boy’s mother had him blushing and slumping. He mumbled, “Yes… sir.”
Smart kid, Nick thought. “So, you want to answer the question?”
“Which one?” The kid actually looked confused.
“Why were you behind Mrs. Carmody’s house?” Nick growled. The kid sat up a bit straighter and a little fear flashed across his face. Good, Nick thought. Maybe this won’t take all day.
“Um, nothin’?” the kid muttered.
“Nothin’, huh. Are you sure? You don’t seem sure.” Now Nick was getting a little angry, and of course Al seemed to be sleeping, his chair leaning back a bit against the wall. Why hadn’t he stayed in the military? Really, this town was going to be the death of him. Could someone actually die of frustration? Because he was fast getting there.
At that moment, the other kid, Jerry Scofield, if he remembered correctly, piped up. “We were going to throw mud on her laundry. She always hangs her laundry on the line on Wednesday morning. We see it every Wednesday. It was Tim’s idea,” he said, pointing at his partner in crime.
“Did you do it? Throw the mud? And why aren’t you two in school?”
“No, I saw the cruiser drive up and heard Mrs. Carmody yell, so we ran.”
“I see. And my other question? School?” This was like pulling teeth.
“School?” Jerry seemed a bit confused by this. Tim seemed to be taking a nap.
“Aren’t you two in school?” Nick was almost there, almost to the point of violence.
“Oh, yeah. Well, we got suspended yesterday.”
“For what?” Heaven help me. I’m going to suspend them both—from the ceiling—in a minute.
“Um,” Jerry muttered, looking to his pal for help, but Tim was still sleeping.
“Spit it out.”
“Um, uh, throwing mud at the girls’ pep squad.”
Jesus help me. Nick rubbed his forehead, the nape of his neck, the top of his head. All were pounding now. In fact, if he didn’t get these kids out of the room in ten seconds, his head would explode and instead of mud flung around the room, it would be brain matter. He bet that would thrill these two morons.
“Al,” he yelled which caused Al to jerk and the chair to tip over, Al falling to the side, adding a truly slap-stick side-bar to this incredibly stupid conversation. Of course the boys laughed.
“Shut up.” Nick growled which did indeed shut them up. “Al, drive the boys home. Jerry, is your mother home?”
“No… sir?”
“Where is she?” I’m gonna kill him in less than fifteen seconds, I swear.
“She works at the Quick Mart.”
“What!” How could this moment be any more farcical? “You mean your mother was in the store while you were going to mud Mrs. Carmody’s laundry right across the street?”
“I guess.”
“How did you get to the Quick Mart?”
“Um, my mom drove us.”
Get a gun. “Al, drive them to the market. I’ll call Tim’s mom. She can decide what to do with them. And don’t think you’re off the hook, Jerry. I’m callin’ your mom too.”
A few minutes later, Nick was back at his desk. The moms called—angry as hell. The boys wouldn’t be mudding anyone or anything for a long while, he was sure.
A soft knock on the door, and Nora, one of the dispatchers stuck her head in the office.
“Sheriff, did Tim and Jerry give you a hard time?”
“Oh, that’s funny… I didn’t think of them like that. You’re right, one skinny and one chubby… Tom and Jerry. Thanks.” Nick leaned back laughing like a loon.
