Dan Brawner
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The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 12
Wednesday, March 10 Neither Homer Lampkin nor Officer Ralph Barnes liked having to call in the Arkansas State Police. In the case of murder, though, they had little choice. Wynne was too small to have anything resembling a criminal investigation unit, so the Chief had to call in and use the expertise of the state of Arkansas.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 13
Funerals during the depression weren’t the elaborate affairs that they were before or after the 1930’s. At least not among the masses. There was little enough money to take care of the living much less the dead. So services were usually kept simple and even Spartan in most cases.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 11
Marshall leaned back against the trunk of what was left of a lightening struck oak as he watched and waited. The “coon” had disappeared into a rot-hole forty feet up a hundred year old hickory-nut tree. Marshall’s forehead light and rifle were leveled on the opening.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 10
Sunday and Monday March 7-8 Carl never worked on Sunday, nor did he make any of his children. He didn’t go to church, but he had promised Edna before they got married that he would, in her words, “Keep the Sabbath holy”. He had never gone back on his promise.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 8
James only had moments to enjoy Angie’s show of attention to him. However. Some few seconds after Angie had laid her head on his shoulder, he felt a sharp sting as something clipped the back of his left ear. He jumped slightly when it hit, enough to make Angie raise up.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 7
As promised, it was a few minutes after six p.m. when James pulled up in front of the Mitchell’s home on Hamilton Street. They lived in one of the more affluent areas of Wynne even though the Mitchell house itself was relatively modest compared to some of the other homes nearby.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 15
Homer Lampkin had the duty Wednesday afternoon and night. He received three calls in quick succession about the wreck on #64 near Beebo’s curve, as the locals called it. It was so named because thirty years ago, a local real estate agent named David Beebo had gone off the curve and down the almost vertical 100 foot embankment four times in a two-week period.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 26
Sunday, March 14 It was almost 5:00 pm when Homer Lampkin saw one of the town’s two fugitives. Lampkin was driving down highway #1 just south of Wynne when Gerald Borden burst out of the trees on his left, the Ridge side of the highway. Or at least he thought it was the Borden boy.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction