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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Leo Bronski, an alcoholic Vietnam vet, is on shaky ground with his employer, the U.S. Postal Service in Anchorag. His boss transfers him to a "dry" Western Alaska village as temporary postmaster. He soon learns that his job duties include solving the mystery of the previous postmaster's death. Was it suicide--or murder?

eBook Publisher: The Fiction Works, Published: http://www.fictionworks.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2004

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Words: 67963
Reading time: 194-271 min.
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The boy had seen her doing it with Billy ... he had run, but knew she would be coming, fast.

He stopped running, turned and scanned the village and the path running down to it. Martha was coming, though he couldn't see her. Off he went again, shirttail flying, his tennis shoes padding softly on the dusty path.

"Jimmy, I'm gonna cut your tongue out!"

This time he saw her, coming up the hill. Such a big fuss, that he had seen her and Billy doing it. Mother would be mad if she knew, so Martha would slap him around then make him swear he would never tell.

Where could he hide? She could climb hills better than he could, and he didn't have enough of a lead to get lost in the woods. He ran on, making no effort to be quiet. Dust sprayed from his shoes slipping on the steepening path.

Then he saw the shed in the small grove. Hidden in the stunted spruce, he'd nearly forgotten it, with its door and maybe a door latch. Maybe he could keep his sister from catching him or at least hold her off until she got over her mad.

He stopped at the shed's door, and took a last look. He couldn't see her, but she was coming. The door opened easily, and best of all, it did have an inside latch.

Relief was short-lived. His feet stopped moving as his eyes swiveled upward. Hanging by a rope from a rafter above him, was a man. It was the white postmaster, his head twisted funny, slack-jawed, slowly swinging back and forth in the draft coming through the doorway. His arms hung straight down with his hands curled into fists. As usual, he was dressed very properly in a white shirt and a conservative brown tie. His glasses were tilted on his head while his eyes stared blankly into space.

The footfalls sounded louder on the path. Caught between the living and the dead, Jimmy froze.

"Jimmy, I swear you're not going to live to see the sunset."

A hand clamped his shoulder.

"Jimmy, why did you? Oh, my God, it finally happened." After a few seconds, a tug came on his shoulder. A gentle tug, with no anger in it.

"Come away Jimmy. This is not for us."