Chapter One
Shot
"Is this gonna be a day trip, Pud?Or were you planning on making a weekend of it?"
Patrick Davies, known to his buddies as Pud, glanced over where Art stood by the airboat he"d been working on. The man was wiping grease from his hands with a red oil cloth and giving him a big grin.
"I thought I"d go over to Bayrick"s Bayou. The oak trees should be shedding a nice crop of acorns this time of year."
The big man chuckled. "Got a hankering for some fresh and crunchy acorn butter, eh?"
"And some sassafras bark. Thought I"d brew a cup of tea while I was at it."
Art grinned. "Sounds like a plan. I"ll let Brew know he can leave your supper growing in the back yard. Hey, don"t forget to take your phone."
Pud held it up for the man to see.
Art gave a little wave goodbye. "
