The Bait Shack – Novel Excerpt

“May I help you?” Nora asked, opening the door slightly. His eyes were deep blue with dark bags underneath, as if filled with viscous liquid.

“Who are you? Did Oliver sell this place already?”

He said “bastard” under his breath. She turned on her Manhattan edge.

“Excuse me. Who are you?”


The accident took place on I-84 near where the entrance to the Taconic snakes around the perimeter of a rolling cattle farm. Though I didn’t see it happen, the back door of the tipped-over trailer must have flung open upon impact. I arrived just as the goats, startled but unharmed, righted themselves and walked through it.