The Ghost Gobbler of Lone Spur Hollow

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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.