Bramwell had every right to come knocking on our door first thing in the morning, angry as ever I saw him.
There was no going back now. They already had my name on the ballot.
All we can think to do about it is cut the brush along the sides of the roads?
How was I going to get respect in this town without telling everybody I had more money than they did?
‘Screw the city, I’d rather be here. Help keep this place alive.’
What hole-in-the-rocks outport community can offer some kid $90,000 to stay put?
I was at the back of the house hacking at wood one evening when fate walked up behind me.
It’s time I said why I never left Hopeless Bay