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Murder in Marshall's Bayou
by S. H. Baker
Category: Suspense/Thriller/Mystery/Crime
Description: Dassas Cormier returns to Marshall's Bayou, his hometown in southwest Louisiana, in the spring of 1924 to find that his old friend, Red Doucet, has been murdered. Dass's short career in law enforcement makes him the most likely person to solve the mystery surrounding Red's death. Grace, the only woman Dass has ever loved, is also back in Marshall's Bayou, and she wants Dass to look for her missing husband. He reluctantly agrees, and is surprised when his search leads to another murder. Are the two murders somehow linked? More importantly, how is Grace involved?
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications/Zumaya Publications, 2003 USA
eBookwise Release Date: June 2003
 
4 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [181 KB]
Words: 46347
Reading time: 132-185 min.
I never thought I'd look forward to returning to Marshall's Bayou. Nothing ever happened there. Even when the rest of the world was listening to jazz and racing around in motorcars, I knew I'd find everything as it had been the day I left.
Leaning over the side of the boat, watching the black water slip by, that thought was somehow comforting. I'd left the marsh right at the end of the war when I was twenty-four with the bitter taste of duty fresh in my mouth, swearing I'd never return. Burying two brothers has a way of making things bitter. Especially when I was the one who wanted to go, and I was the one left behind. Yet, five years later, I returned home. And not as Dassas Cormier, conquering hero, saver of damsels, civilization and decency. No. I returned as Dassas, failed cowboy, failed roughneck, and, most recently, failed lawman. I rode the mail boat with my tail between my legs. If there had been some way to return in the middle of the night, I would have. But there wasn't. Determined not to look like a thief slinking in, I climbed up and balanced on the side of the boat as it approached the waiting group, then I hopped onto the ancient dock and tied the rope to the cleat as if I didn't have a care in the world. I even tipped my hat and flashed my best smile at Widow Clawson and her daughter, Celia.
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