Sandford, Field of Prey. Must be about #86, 87 for the year (I keep track elsewhere.) but started this one some time ago and haven't had much chance to read, at all. Getting over this cold (cough and sniffles) that come on a couple days or three ago. Sandford has a pile of "Prey" stories and I imagine if you read one after another they'd start to sound the same but somehow he manages to change the pitch enough to keep it interesting. This one starts out, the two numbskulls, snatching women, so forth so on, a kind of prelude, followed by the story...some teenaged neckers come across a stink at an old farm, twenty-plus bodies found in a cistern. Read Stephen Gane's story, Consumed by Fire...time is slipping away from me, summer. Read another Robertson story, The Genuine Ideal Man...might be off on the title but I'm close...Robertson rocks. Check him out. Stephen Gane don't come 'round much as had been...judging from his website I'd hazard he's working on the third installment of the Liston Pearce series.
I get to go camping again today, finish scraping the moss off the roof, build a set of steps for the back door, glaze some windows, hang a ceiling fan...if it's not one thing it's a half a dozen others. Found out the other day that about 19 windows of this order from last fall came in double-glaze instead of triple. Doesn't say much for my aptitude, but a lady knocked on the door where I was mudding, wanted to know windows, and I'm about to brag 'em up, walk over to a double hung and my jaw dropped. I never realized! Heh! Picture windows came in triple-glazed. But not the double-hung. Told the customer, all red in the face. Must be that Anderson's disease...always one excuse or another. Sales rep stopped by the camp yesterday and we visited the windows....he took some pics with his camera...the numbers, this that the other. Said he'd turn it into...ah, Service. Mr Service. Onward and upward.