Bayou Echoes
ACT I The bayou had been Silas Beaumont's home longer than any living soul could remember, and perhaps longer than the land itself. He was seventy-eight in the summer of 1924, a man carved from cypress wood and river mud, his face a map of every hurricane he had survived, every net he had pulled, every wife he had buried in the red Louisiana earth. His wife Clara had been the second—one died in...
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