The Four Wives and Five Deaths of Richard Milford: A Novel

Here was once the old jailhouse, where the women spent three nights, binding the marshal to solve the great mystery of Rich’s death and his missing foot. The same murky water where Rich used to showboat his muscles, a body that beat nearly everything walking and sexed everything talking before it met its timely end. But Bertram snatched his hand out of Natchez’s back and tried to put the dummy in its case, just as Rich made his way across the room and punched Noel in the face. Sophronia sat there stunned for a moment, finally silent.