The Melungeon Witch's Ghost: The Melungeon Witch Short Story Series, #3

By BV Lawson

The third intallment in the Melungeon Witch short-story series set between the two World Wars in the Appalachians near Sneedville, Tennessee. 

When Sheriff Daniel Praeger's three-year-old son finds a "sleeping man" in the woods, Daniel realizes the man has been murdered—and was himself accused of murdering his own wife a year ago. With the dead man's uncooperative family and Daniel's ex turning up the heat, can Daniel keep his son and Cephea safe while sorting out his own conflicted emotions?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: BV Lawson
• Release date: Apr 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524203818

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THE MELUNGEON WITCH’S GHOST

Cephea Collins & Sheriff Daniel Praeger Short Story #3

BV Lawson

THE MELUNGEON WITCH’S GHOST

Sheriff Daniel Praeger and Cephea Collins Short Story #1

By BV Lawson

Copyright 2015 BV Lawson

The Melungeon Witch is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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The Melungeon Witch’s Ghost

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The Melungeon Witch’s Ghost

Daniel had to admit the woman seated on his faded red sofa looked like she belonged there. As she flipped through the photograph album on her knees, her long, dark hair framed her heart-shaped face and periwinkle-blue eyes just like a picture in that album. Those intense eyes studied every page, and occasionally she traced her finger along a photo.

She flipped another page and pointed. Is that your Gramma right there?

He sat down beside her to take a look. Yes, how’d you know?

You favor her. And she be wearing this here. Cephea touched the necklace Daniel had given her, with the blue crystal shaped liked a teardrop.

She’s been gone ten years now. But I still miss her. Guess I was closer to her than my own mother.

Not that his mother wasn’t good to him. He just didn’t have a chance to know her before she died of the cancer when he was five. Seems like he was always losing folks