Hunter's Moon

By R.S. Dean

Fresh from the trenches of World War I, Paul Monroe returns home to a life he hardly recognizes. His body is broken, his prospects have faded, and his sweetheart is married to someone else. Another man might surrender under such blows, but his stint in France has made Paul a soldier. He knows that some things are worth fighting for--and some enemies must be killed to be conquered. The only question now is how he should do it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.S. Dean
• Release date: Feb 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310652615

R.S. Dean

R.S. Dean lives near Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, painting, and horseback riding.

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HUNTER’S MOON

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R.S. Dean

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Hunter’s Moon

Copyright © 2014 R.S. Dean

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Hunter’s Moon

Ain’t nothing worse than a whoring woman.

Amos Monroe punctuated this statement with a stream of tobacco juice directed at the depot’s otherwise clean floor. His son didn’t answer, but instead shifted his weight from one leg—the good one—to the other, wincing only slightly as he leaned more heavily upon his cane.

Are you sure though? he asked. His voice was as drawn as the features of his thin, white face. Amos looked at him with a mixture of anger and pity.

Goddamn, yes. She’s wearing his ring, Paul. She stood up and married him more than a month back. Went to the preacher and everything, as if it was all aboveboard. They ought to be ashamed, every damn one of them. Meanwhile, all her momma can say is what a good match she made because he’s got money—

Enough! Paul's voice had an edge so sharp it cut through even his father's tirade. He held up one shaking hand (his other was gripping the knob of his cane so tightly that the knuckles showed white) and said again, That's enough. I don’t need to hear any more.

I'd say you don't, Amos agreed grimly. Pretty homecoming for a hero, hearing something like that the minute you set foot off the train.

Paul looked down at his boots. For a moment, he did not speak. Then, he said haltingly, I did wonder…when her letters stopped coming, I wondered if she might have….But I thought…

How could you know? Amos reached out and took his son's narrow shoulder in a grip so tight that it almost hurt, but his tone was kind when he added, "Out there in France, in that hospital. How could you