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Oklahoma Gazette, Nov. 1st, 2006

Olsegon: Wolfwood Forest & Massacre Island - A Nova Scotia two-mystery novel: Wolfwood Forest - The search for a kidnapped 14-month-old boy, Rusty. Massacre Island - The investigation into the rape and murder of 17-year-old Lisa Surette. Olsegon may be purchased at www.Booklocker.com or online bookstores:

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Chapter 1, Disappearance
Rusty, Amber’s 14-month-old boy suckled her breast. His pink cheeks bobbed and drew milk while his eyes studied her face. Someday, I’ll finish high school, study nursing. She yearned to study in that field since her school days. Eight years ago, while in high school, unmarried and pregnant with Vincent, a boy not fathered by her husband, she interrupted her 12th-grade studies. Although her marriage to Les Green sustained her and the children’s livelihood, she felt a void. Nothing mattered but her two boys.

Amber’s nipple slipped out of Rusty’s mouth. She tucked in her bosom, buttoned her dress, and changed the baby’s diaper. “Hold Mama’s hand.” She guided Rusty outside in the yard. At the playpen, she lowered him into it, and gave him his stuffed monkey. “You play.”

Inside the house, Amber gave Vincent money. “Run to Edmond’s, get a pound of carrots for supper and come right back.”

Edmond’s General Store, Olsegon’s only access to commercial goods and produce was two buildings away, on the main road.

While Amber washed potatoes at the kitchen sink, she stared out the window. Rusty stood in the playpen, one hand on the rail and the other holding his toy auburn animal. She strode across the floor to the stove and picked up a pan. Back at the sink, she emptied the saline liquid, added more water to the salted cod, and brought it back to the stove. She wiped her hands, went to the bathroom, came out and looked at the yard.

“Where’s Rusty?”

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