The Colonel's Tale

by S. H. Baker

Overview

Marshall's Bayou Police Chief Dassas Cormier lands in the middle of a dangerous puzzle when he goes to Lake Charles to fetch his sister Coralee home for Thanksgiving in 1924. And why does so much of what's going on seem to be connected to a famous writer whose life may be even more fictitious than his stories?

Product Details

BN ID:	2940167700833
Publisher:	Zumaya Publications LLC
Publication date:	03/07/2024
Series:	A Dassas Cormier Mystery
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	1 MB

About the Author

Sarah Baker grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana. After a year at Emory University in Atlanta, she dropped out and moved to Alaska, where she enjoyed a taste of the Wild West pipeline days. Three years later, Sarah returned to the Lower 48 and earned a master's degree in engineering from The University of Texas at Austin. As a civil engineer for the government, she has lived all over the United States, but considers both Alaska and Louisiana home. She currently lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with her own personal hero, has a fantastic job working for the Forest Service and has finally stumbled onto the joy of her life—writing.

Read an Excerpt

The room was dark when a clang and a whispered curse disrupted my sleep. I sat up and peered at the figure standing less than two feet away from me, leaning forward to right something he'd knocked over.

At first, I thought it was the colonel returning from his card game, but as soon as my head started to clear, I realized it was a much younger man, and one who didn't reek of cigars. He held something in his hand that reflected moonlight from the windows. A knife, maybe, or a small handgun. I cursed myself for leaving my own weapon out of reach.

The man straightened and started forward slowly. I had to do something.

"Hold it!" I jumped up and pointed my hand as if it held a pistol. I doubted he could see me much better than I could see him. "Drop your weapon or I'll shoot."

The kidney punch caught me off-guard. I whirled around in time to catch a left hook that sent me to the floor. Tiny stars filled my darkened vision.

"What the hell are you doing?" the first man growled. "He could have shot me."

"He didn't have no gun," the second whispered.