In 1938, people had no fears of ghosts. This was the Great Depression. Fear was empty pockets and empty stomachs, but for the men of Jardonn Smith's Green River, working a Highway 66 project in the WPA meant a full-time job and steady wages. Sure, there's a disgruntled spirit living under the river bridge near their camp, but the only question they have is, "Whose willie will he go for next?"
GREEN RIVER is now up on the publisher's web site MLR PRESS, along with a text excerpt beginning the book.
See a picture of the actual river bridge and the spirit living under it on my GREEN RIVER page at Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com. Text excerpts are there, plus the Green River candle made especially for this story.
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