The Ghost Gobbler of Lone Spur Hollow

Current Work In Progress

A New Novel From The Turkey Woods

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a smell usually comforting to Roger Parkland. A man whose reputation for ruthlessness was only surpassed by his unmatched skill as a turkey hunter. Tonight, it carried a chilling undercurrent of dread. Havenwood, nestled deep within the Missouri Ozarks, was a town steeped in shadows, its secrets as tangled and dense as the ancient woods that surrounded it.

Sheriff Buckley, a man whose face seemed permanently etched with worry lines, paced his small, cluttered office, “It’s like she vanished into thin air,” he ”  

muttered, his voice raspy from too many nights of restless sleep. “No sign of a struggle, no witnesses, just…gone.On his desk lay a crumpled piece of paper, the only clue to Amanda Ramos disappearance – a single, cryptic note scrawled in hurried handwriting: “They took me to the Gobblers’ woods. Don’t come.” The words, hinting at something far more sinister than a simple kidnapping.

The intrusion, trespass of drug runners and the criminal element would lead to the resurgence of an ancient ghost gobbler, and a blood lust long buried in the deep Ozarks,  The ancient turkey woods would become a hunting ground of an unearthly presence soon to be known by those with the worst of intentions.