Kenneth Lee McGee

Sounds Like a Mournful Train Today Kenneth Lee McGee

"Doug, can you see where you're going in this rain?" Barbara Dawson peered through the windshield. "It's not that bad. I've driven this road a million times." Douglas Dawson patted her hand to reassure her. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Barb? I know you're disappointed Jim and Sarah couldn't come." "I still had a good time," she answered. The lightning flashed again. Followed immediately by a thunderous boom. Doug's night vision momentarily vanished. "That was close! I could feel the wheel shake." "Maybe we should pull over." "We can't. There isn't any shoulder." More lightning sizzled through the humid air, and the thunder clapped simultaneously. "I don't feel good about this. I've never liked this hill." "We'll be home soon." Once again the lightning exploded. The thunder reverberated and shook the small car. "That was too close for comfort." Douglas pointed. "Are those headlights on the..." Welcome to Stockton Woods. This book introduces us to the characters who live... and die... in this small Midwestern town.