Michael M. Thomas

Prologue Through the branches of the oak tree, the moon shone bright as a Mexican dollar. It glistened wet as water on the moatlike white gravel drive in front of the ranch house. The house, of wood mainly, had been built in the lee of a slight rise in the midst of the black sea of the...

HARD MONEYI suppose I looked as startled as I felt. I know I didn't say anything for a moment. X seemed to study my amazement with high good humor, waiting for me to say something. Finally, I did.^ 'What about Abner?' I asked mildly. f What about Abner indeed? I thought. It was Abner's company now....

the place was perfectly situated for the evening's business. It stood almost exactly at the midpoint of the five-mile crescent of the bay; from the air, the sweeping shoreline resembled a crude sickle slicing into the water, marked by a pale, foamy smear where the easy wash of the bay tides met...

PrologueThrough the branches of the oak tree, the moon shone bright as a Mexican dollar. It glistened wet as water on the moatlike white gravel drive in front of the ranch house. The house, of wood mainly, had been built in the lee of a slight rise in the midst of the black sea of the...