This super-short novella in Paul Doiron’s Mike Bowditch series was a quick, enjoyable detour—three stars from me. Nothing profoundly memorable or game-changing for the overall arc, but anytime we get a story centered on the legendary Charley Stevens, I’m all in. He’s that wise, folksy retired warden we adore, and hearing things from his perspective feels like sitting around a campfire with an old friend spinning yarns.
The tale kicks off with young game warden Mike Bowditch out fishing on a peaceful Maine lake alongside his mentor, Charley. To drive home the real dangers rookies face in the vast North Woods, Charley launches into a gripping story from his own early days on the job—fresh back from Vietnam and still finding his footing in the Warden Service.
He’s tasked with tracking down a mysterious hermit who’s been stealthily raiding summer camps and cabins for years: canned goods, propane, blankets, you name it. Nicknamed “Sweet Tooth” for his penchant for sweets, this elusive figure has evaded capture forever, slipping through the dense forests like a ghost. Charley’s determined stakeout turns into a tense battle of wits, leading to a close encounter that underscores just how unpredictable—and perilous—the Maine wilderness can be, especially when you’re dealing with someone who’s mastered survival off the grid.
Doiron’s vivid descriptions of the lakes, pines, and that unforgiving backcountry shine as always, pulling you right into the atmosphere. It’s a tight, atmospheric little mystery with some clever twists, perfect for fans wanting more Charley lore without committing to a full novel.
If you’re deep into the series like I am, this one’s a fun palate cleanser.