Though
I have some historical romance novels, this is the only story I ever
set in this time period, 1939. I've wanted to share this story for
several years, but this is the first time that it felt right.
Lucius
Henry is a dirt farmer in the mountains of Kentucky. He works hard
with his father, but also works at the local boarding school in the
valley of Poplar Mountain. Dorothea Belloit is from the big city. She
and her sister, Patty, work at the school. Lucius has taken a shine
to Dorothea (Dollie to her friends and family), but is too shy to say
so. That is, until Fate lends a helping hand.
His
courtship seems to be going fairly well, until a dead body is found
in the nearby creek. The discovery throws their lives into a tailspin
from which they may not recover. Something dark and insidious lurks
in the shadow of Poplar Mountain.
I'll
share this story in segments, every Tuesday and Thursday, staring on
June 4th.
Below is a Short Teaser from Chapter One
Dorothea
Belloit, commonly known as Dollie, walked up the grassy path to the
log cabin. Holding her hat in hand, she swung her arms freely,
enjoying the sun on her dark brown hair. Her light cotton spring
dress blew in the stout breeze that whipped around the curve of the
mountain. Smiling, she admired the view. From here, the valley spread
out below her, the creek wound along looking more like a snail trail
than the rapidly moving mountain stream.
"Lo,
Miss Dollie!" Rachel Henry called from the front porch of her
split log cabin.
"Lo,
Rachel! Is Lucius home?"
"He's
up the holler, Miss Dollie. Kin I fotch him for ya?"
"Yes,
please. I need his help down at the school."
"Sit
down, rest a spell. I'll send one the young'uns for him." She
stood, calling into the house. "Sally, go git Lucius!"
"Yes,
Mama!" A barefoot, girl with sand colored braids darted out of
the house and ran up the hill as nimbly as a mountain goat.
The
women watched her go. Dollie smiled at her companion. Rachel Henry
was a slight built woman with golden blonde hair and dancing green
eyes.
"She'll
be old enough for school next year, won't she?"
"Day
school, m'bee," Rachel replied. "Her daddy and me ain't
sure we want her overnight."
"Oh,
she'd do fine in day school. And six is a little young for boarding.
Besides, with you so close, there's no real need for her to board."
"Reckon
Lucius could fotch her most days."
"Of
course he could. They hope to get a bus up here soon."
Rachel
Henry made a rude noise of disgust. "Them new fangled
inventions! Don't trust 'em. Gimme a mule any day."
"Rachel,
cars are hardly new fangled. And they're such fun. In fact, I just
bought a new Studebaker Champion. I named her Bonnie Blue."
Rachel's
eyes widened and she bit her lip. "A real car, Miss Dollie? Why,
that'd be a sight for sure!" Used to trucks, she still puzzled
over cars a little.
"When
you get a chance, come down with Lucius and I'll give you both a
ride."
"Not
sure Big Earl would like that much."
Big
Earl was Rachel's husband. True to his name, he was a large
man—brutish and slow witted. Dollie often wondered what had
attracted the pretty, vivacious, intelligent Rachel to a man as
boring and dull witted as Earl Henry. Love could be blind, but this
bordered on insane.
"We
don't have to tell him," Dollie replied.
"Oh,
shucks, no. Someone'd see us and tell him for sure," Rachel
replied, fear obvious in her eyes.
"We'll
talk about it another time then," Dollie said, ending the
uncomfortable subject.
"Hey-o,
Miss Dollie!" a pleasant male voice called.
Dollie
looked up, smiling. Sally was back with her older brother, Lucius, in
tow. He was a taller version of his mother, lean and sandy haired
with eyes as green as mountain hemlock. He brushed his palms on the
seat of his dungarees. Grinning, he stepped forward to shake her
hand.
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