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Hi! I’m Clayton Lindemuth, and my novels embrace rural noir truth. Mind your own business, be slow to anger. But don’t ever back down to evil. Justice happens when the wicked die.
If we’re tracking so far, I wrote My Brother’s Destroyer, and all the rest, just for you.
You’ll stay awake too late, underline fun new ways to cuss, muse about new philosophies and read random passages to strangers to make the world a better place.
Literary depth. Thriller pace. If you’ve got the stomach to watch evil men die, dress for the woods and grab a lamp. We’ve work to do.
Baer Creighton is a gifted distiller of fruited moonshine, cursed with the ability to detect even the subtlest deception. He lives in the woods next to his house and talks to his dog Fred… until Fred goes missing. A week later, harvesting apples in moonlight, Baer watches a string of headlights emerge from a distant wood. A single truck turns toward Baer, backs in, tosses Fred to the ditch.
Baer vows to hunt down every man present at the fight ring and give him the cruelest death he can muster. But he tips his hand and begins a war of attrition against a cabal of men steeped in blood sport and thirsty for violence. Baer’s moxie will either lead him to unleash the most horrifying vengeance he can distill, or paradoxically, back to humanity, and redemption.
Richard: It’s hell being a man that can see if you’re lying just by looking at your eyes and gets electric shocks at the same time. Baer Creighton loves his dog more than anything in this world and I pity the poor fools who hurt that dog. A great book that I recommend to everyone especially those who love their dogs the way Baer loved Fred.
Tara: This writer is able to instill such a sense of dread with his writing. The animal lover in me really enjoyed this book. The characters were fully fleshed out and there were stories within the stories here.
A “Thank you” would be nice!