Sequoia Trail-A Bo Jon Littlehorse P.I. Novel. Second Edition

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by Danny E. Allen


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  Bo was now, in Little Rock, David’s last-place of registered-work... Bo-played the ‘smart-weasel’... Even though the chickens hid inside their wire-coop there was a way to catch them through ‘hidden-opportunities’... Division and devising entailed hidden-meaning... An uncertainty-of sophisticated annul, into a decoyed, ‘logic’. Bo looked over records, noticed any discrepancies, in-contacts and evidential. That made a certain-’sense’. He then, correlated a density-on documentation, and deductions-gathered. In the dimension-of deducing he had patchy plays-on time. He took-all his finesses, whenever he left a job... His supervisor there had said he-hired him, in the fall and left that Spring. They’d tabled, and he’d mentioned fishing on the Mississippi and that he’d met some nice people there. The Mississippi was 175-miles from Little Rock if he’d took several hours to get there he must have went East to fulfill some-interest. He’d left behind a picnic basket from Bo Jon found was bought in Tupelo. If he-went there knowing David’s interest up till now, he was finding ‘new’-interests now, on further ‘East’. There were ‘sense’ to every advent-to fill-out, into motivation...

  A motive-of work, living design and moving on. Bo Jon couldn’t be sure but David was ‘feeling’ his way-along. Deciding-to stay-away; then moving-on like a practical-Bohemian. So somewhere he was living a life of travel, a journey of duality. Bo Jon thought on how just, David’s or ‘Dutch’s’ life was... As if he was towing a piece of his life and making it worthwhile. He couldn’t say if it had made sense, or mattered...

 

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