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  Mucky Bumpkin

  Sam Cheever

  Electric Prose Publications

  Mucky Bumpkin

  Published by Sam Cheever

  Copyright 2019 Sam Cheever

  Contents

  Stay in Touch

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

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  She might be a country girl who loves short shorts and flip-flops, but her life is less defined by her countrified attire, and more by the way she hunts down a deadly killer.

  Murder is sinking its hooks into the quiet countryside and dredging up ugly secrets. Deer Hollow is still a quiet little town steeped in Americana and known for its delicious country fare. But being named a top ten place to live just might have inspired an assassin to make the quaint country spot home.

  As Joey searches for a killer, her past is dragged from the murky darkness where she’s hidden it. And secrets she never wanted to discover are rising like the stink of manure on a freshly fertilized field.

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  Chapter One

  I’ve always been perfectly aware of my shortcomings as a person.

  Mostly.

  I consider myself generally a good person. With good instincts about people and a desire to be kind to others unless they’re unkind to me. But I do have an aversion to pushy people. Which has put me on the wrong side of salesmen of all kinds more than once.

  My second least favorite of these is real estate agents. Not that being a Realtor is innately bad. It’s just that the act of buying or selling a house is way too much like dealing with used car salesmen for my taste.

  Which brings me to my first least favorite type of salesmen.

  Fortunately, it wasn’t a car salesman standing on my porch that sunny, cool-ish fall day in the rural area just outside of Deer Hollow, Indiana.

  But it might as well have been.

  The woman standing in front of Caphy and me had lipstick on her teeth and hair that looked as if squirrels might have built it on her head for nesting. Lucky for her my dog was much more tolerant than I was. Even when she was being none-too-subtly dissed by said lipstick-teethed intruder.

  “Miss Fulle, you should chain that beast up.”

  The hand on Caphy’s collar tightened briefly as I fought to contain my instant rage. Cacophony, Caphy for short, was about the sweetest animal that ever lived. She was more than my best friend. I credited her with saving my life when I’d gone into the deepest depression imaginable after my parents were killed in a plane crash on our property.

  She was also a pit bull.

  And that was all some people saw when they looked at her.

  Caphy smiled at the woman, her muscular tail whipping painfully against my leg. She whined softly, quivering with friendly excitement.

  I drew myself up to my full five feet four inches, tucked a strand of shoulder-length red-blonde hair behind one ear, and narrowed my blue eyes at her. “She’s fine,” I told the woman with the squirrel’s nest for hair. “She lives here. Whereas you…” I let my statement trail away, allowing my uninvited guest to gather my implication all by herself.

  The woman frowned slightly, moving a purse the size of her extra-large backside in front of her like a shield. “Oh…um…okay. Well.” She extended her hand a few inches in front of her, a white rectangle stuck between two short fingers. “Here’s my card. My name is Penney Sellers. I was wondering if you’re interested in selling your house.”

  I blinked several times. “Not in the least.”

  As I responded, I realized it was true. After my parents’ death, when I initially learned that I’d inherited the house and the family auction business, my first thought was to sell the too-big house rather than live here. Too many painful memories existed within its familiar walls. I still thought I’d sell eventually. But I wasn’t quite ready to make that decision.

  The auction business was another matter entirely. I still hadn’t accepted the responsibility they’d left in my less-than-capable hands. There was no way I could fill their shoes in the business, and being there was just too painful for me to face.

  I glanced down at the card, grimacing at the obviousness of the woman’s name. “Is Penney Sellers really your name?”

  In response she gave me a slightly snotty smile. “I can offer you a premium price. There aren’t many homes in this area of this quality.”

  “Not interested. You do know there’s a huge subdivision going up on the south side of Deer Hollow, right?” Of course she knew that. But I was making a point.

  “Those houses are fine. But they don’t have the…” She swung her arms toward the pond and the trees. “Ambiance. The setting here is truly spectacular.”

  “Thank you. But I’m not interested in selling.” I backed into the house, tugging gently on Caphy’s collar. Her gaze locked onto the other woman, who’d taken a step toward the door as if she was thinking about pushing her way inside. A low growl emerged from Caphy’s throat and the hair in front of her tail spiked.

  Penney Sellers stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze shooting to the endlessly sweet creature who was giving her fair warning.

  But Caphy’s warning didn’t stop the realtor’s mouth from moving. “Do you own all those woods over there?” The woman asked. Her expression was perfectly innocent. But there was a gleam in her eye that I didn’t like.

  “Yes. All the way to the big stone marker on Goat’s Hollow Road. 100 acres.”

  The gleam flared, making her look positively demonic. “A hundred acres! My goodness. I’d love to talk to you about subdividing the property. We could build a dozen homes and still have sizeable properties.”

  “Not interested. Thanks for stopping by.”

  “But…”

  I slammed the door in her face and locked it. Pressing my ear against the warm wood, I listened for her to climb into her car and drive away before I took a full breath. A soft whine drew my gaze to Caphy. “It’s all right, girl. She’s gone.”

  The pibl’s tail snapped sideways once and then she nuzzled me, snorting softly. She was sensitive to my moods, and the alarm I was feeling was no doubt putting her on edge. I couldn’t have explained the panic tightening my chest if someone offered me a thousand dollars to do it.

  It was an unreasonable fear. But undeniable.

  Nobody could force me to sell my house. Nobody could make me give up my private little wonderland. It was all I had left of my parents.

  It was also the place where Caphy and I had grown up. Where we’d run and played, where I’d climbed trees and learned to swim. But the new subdivision was affecting my li
fe in ways I hadn’t expected. When I’d first learned it was coming it had seemed harmless. After all, the three hundred acre plot on the south side of Deer Hollow was miles away from me. The homes were supposed to be decent ones, built on quarter-acre lots and not all exactly the same. I reasoned it would be nice to have some new blood in town.

  Unfortunately, I hadn’t counted on the other stuff that came with those homes. The constant traffic through town from looky-loos. The noise, mess, and invasion of people who thought the town had been conjured up for their enjoyment.

  And the realtors, builders and construction people who clogged the streets and turned the few restaurants Deer Hollow boasted into hotbeds of noise and inaccessibility at mealtimes.

  Still, I could deal with all that.

  It was the other thing that had my nerves thrumming like a banjo in the mountains of Kentucky.

  The sense of impending doom.

  I couldn’t explain it. Hadn’t experienced it before. And I suspected it had something to do with the body we’d discovered in my woods not all that long ago. I was pretty sure I wasn’t completely over finding that mangled corpse or the terrifying events that came after.

  Whatever the cause, it was all too real.

  And it was making me as jumpy as a fat-legged frog in a French restaurant.

  When the article declaring Deer Hollow as one of the best places to raise a family in the United States came out in The Indianapolis Star weeks earlier, I’d never expected such a vast and immediate change in my world.

  But suddenly the Hollow was on the news almost every night. Articles were being written about what a great spot it was. The local artists, authors, and businesses were being examined, highlighted, and, in some cases, given an anal probe, the likes of which the people in my little community had never experienced.

  Our recent murder-driven scandal had been examined, the article’s author lamenting the fact that it had apparently been overlooked when choosing America’s favorite spots to live.

  But, so far, my family’s involvement had been blissfully absent from speculation. A fact I thought had much to do with a certain uber-sexy PI and his connections with the FBI.

  For that, I was both grateful and tense.

  I felt as if the other shoe was going to drop at any moment.

  Two hours later, I was searching through a pile of laundry for the mate to one of my favorite socks when Hal Amity’s familiar ringtone, I’m too sexy for my shirt, sang from the kitchen.

  Caphy started bouncing around in expectation of his voice on the other end of the phone.

  She had it bad.

  Good thing I was a much cooler customer where Mr. Amity was involved. I grabbed my cell off the counter and hit Answer. “Hey, handsome. Long time no talk.”

  A brief silence preceded his response, delivered in his trademark smoky voice. “I called yesterday.”

  “Oh. Well, it seems like it’s been a long time.” So much for playing it cool.

  Caphy barked, her nails clicking on the kitchen floor as she bounced around me, tongue lolling.

  “Is that my favorite girl?”

  Caphy barked again, trying to bite at the phone as she made excited, happy noises.

  “She’s making a fool of herself,” I told him with a grin. “I really need to have the conversation with her about playing hard to get.”

  “And you think you’re the right person for that job?” He asked. I could hear the grin in his voice.

  “Hey!”

  He chuckled. “Put me on speaker. I need to tell her something.”

  I rolled my eyes but did as he asked. “You’re on.”

  “Hello, beauty. How’s my girl?”

  Caphy dropped to her haunches and whined softly, cocking her head.

  “Who wants to play fetch?”

  She leaped off the ground and went into a barking jag, her big paws stomping the floor inches from my feet.

  I moved away from her deadly tail and sharp nails, bumping against the island at my back. “You shouldn’t tease her,” I shouted over the din. “She’s going to be sitting in front of the door all night now.”

  “No, she’s not. She’s going to be in the car.”

  I frowned. “Is she taking a trip?”

  Thankfully, Caphy stopped barking and dropped to her haunches again, her ears twitching.

  “She is. You both are, actually.”

  I smiled, sliding onto a tall stool at the counter. “Oh yeah? Where exactly are we going, my dog and I?”

  “Not far. But you’d better hurry. Your banana cream pie is getting wilty.”

  I surged to my feet, realizing what he was telling me. “You’re here?”

  “No. I’m here. You’re there. We’re currently bi-located. But I was hoping we could change that.”

  I hurried over and grabbed my keys off the hook on the wall, motioning to Caphy. It wasn’t necessary. She was already bounding toward the garage door. “You’re at Sonny’s?”

  Sonny’s Diner served the best food in Deer Hollow, particularly the best banana cream pie. It was one of the places I hadn’t been able to go into for days, since the construction crews discovered its existence and took it over.

  “I’m not at the Diner. As soon as you’re in your car I’ll tell you where to go.”

  I ran up the stairs to my room, yanking my tee shirt off over my head as I ran. “I can’t just start driving, Hal. You need to tell me where I’m heading.”

  “I will, once you get in the car.”

  I sighed with pretend pique. It didn’t matter where he was taking me, I knew I’d love the trip and the arrival even more.

  Ten minutes later, I opened the driver’s side door of my 2012 Jeep Wrangler Sport, the car my parents had bought for me when I’d graduated High School. I still loved the car, though it was getting a bit long in the tooth. It had been my first car and a gift from my parents, giving it double nostalgia points

  Caphy leaped in, bounding from the passenger side to the driver’s side and hitting the horn with her butt. She leaped into the back seat in surprise as it went off.

  I scolded her softly as I inserted my key. Then I dialed Hal’s number and started speaking as I put the car into gear. “Okay, we’re in the car, heading down the drive.” Despite myself, I was getting excited. “I love scavenger hunts.”

  He laughed. “Well, on this hunt there are only two things to find. Me and this pie.”

  “Best scavenger hunt ever.” I stopped at the end of the drive. “Which way on Goat’s Hollow?”

  “Left.”

  The plot thickened. There wasn’t anything but countryside and a few remote homes in that direction. “I’m intrigued.” As I headed down Goat’s Hollow, I stared at a black Lincoln MKX parked on the side of the road, frowning. Nice car. Someone must have broken down. It would be a long walk to town.

  “Take the first left.”

  I frowned. “Pigs Wallow Lane?”

  “No. The left before that.”

  I slowed the car as I came upon a gravel driveway that was more dirt than gravel. Surely he didn’t mean… “You’re sure?”

  “Yeah. Turn into the driveway and follow it until it ends. I’ll be waiting there.”

  Okay, I was really confused. But realizing I was seconds away from seeing my sexy PI, I didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “See you soon.”

  I disconnected and jumped as a wide, pink tongue scoured my cheek. “Hey, girl. Hal’s here.”

  As usual, my pibl read my excitement like a familiar novel. She yipped happily, spun once on the back seat and smashed her wide face into the window, looking for her favorite human male.

  We bounced slowly and carefully along the rutted road. Tree branches that had grown since the last time we’d ventured down the neglected drive scraped the sides of my car and smacked against the windows.

  Memories assailed me of being there before, looking for a childhood acquaintance who I thought might be dead. All we’d found that time was a dila
pidated cabin that had recently been inhabited by the wrong guy.

  Caphy spotted Hal before I did. He’d been leaning against a tree and I didn’t see him until he straightened away from it. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his black slacks. “Oh, Caphy, Hal’s here.”

  She rammed herself into the door, yowling with excitement, her tail smacking the window behind her. It was all I could do to get the Jeep stopped next to Hal’s big SUV before she pounded herself senseless against the frame.

  I barely got the door open before she was leaping from the back seat, barreling toward Hal.

  Chapter Two

  As always, my favorite private investigator looked edible. Usually swept straight back from a wide, unlined brow, his ink-black hair was slightly tousled, the late-day sun throwing off blue lights as it caressed the silky strands. He wore a pale green dress shirt that brought out the sexy olive tones in his skin and turned his dark green eyes the color of the pine trees at his back. The shirt sleeves were rolled to just below his elbows, accentuating the firm, muscular geography of his forearms.

  As Caphy bounded in his direction, Hal’s wide, kissable mouth spread in a happy smile, and he bent his six-feet-four-inch frame to pet her.

  She sniffed his hand and then bounced straight into the air as he laughed. He was holding something behind his back. Whatever it was, my dog wanted it bad.

  My gaze meeting his sexy dark green gaze, I knew exactly how she felt. “Hello, stranger.”