The Blood at Bayou Rouge
The heat in Bayou Rouge didn't fall from the sky; it rose from the ground, from the mud and the moss and the things buried too shallow in soil that had been fertile once and hadn't earned the right to be fertile again. Julian Whitfield arrived in September, which was the wrong month to arrive. September in south Louisiana means two things: the last desperate gasp of summer, and the first hint...
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