A Killing at Cotton Hill (Samuel Craddock Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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The chief of police of Jarrett Creek, Texas, doubles as the town drunk. So when Dora Lee Parjeter is murdered, her old friend and former police chief Samuel Craddock steps in. He discovers that a lot of people had it in for Dora Lee. The conniving rascals on the farm next door want her land for nefarious purposes; her estranged daughter could be seeking vengeance; her grandson wants money for art school; and then there's that stranger Dora Lee claimed was spying on her. Does Craddock still have what it takes to ...
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Overview

The chief of police of Jarrett Creek, Texas, doubles as the town drunk. So when Dora Lee Parjeter is murdered, her old friend and former police chief Samuel Craddock steps in. He discovers that a lot of people had it in for Dora Lee. The conniving rascals on the farm next door want her land for nefarious purposes; her estranged daughter could be seeking vengeance; her grandson wants money for art school; and then there's that stranger Dora Lee claimed was spying on her. Does Craddock still have what it takes to find the killer? In this debut novel, the strong, compelling voice of Samuel Craddock illuminates the grandeur and loneliness of the central Texas landscape and reveals the human foibles of the residents in a small Texas town-their pettiness and generosity, their secret vices and true virtues.

Winner of the 2014 Macavity Award for Best First Mystery

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Shames’s promising debut, the first in a series, introduces retired police chief Samuel Craddock of Jarrett Creek, Tex., a strong-minded, fairly able-bodied, and firmly decent man in his 60s. After the fatal stabbing of widow Dora Lee Parjeter, Samuel feels compelled to solve her murder, having told her not to be too concerned about someone lurking around her ranch house. When the drunken fool who’s the current police chief decides to pin the crime on Dora Lee’s prickly but artistically gifted grandson, Greg, Samuel identifies other suspects, including a land-greedy neighbor, an envious art teacher, the victim’s slick nephew, and her seductive daughter. Real estate shenanigans, arson, and art theft further complicate the case. Readers will want to see more of the likable main character, who compassionately but relentlessly sifts the evidence. Convincing smalltown atmosphere and a vivid supporting cast are a plus. Agent: Gail Fortune, Talbot Fortune Agency. (July)
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WINNER! 2014 Macavity Award for Best First Mystery

Nominated for Best First Novel in the 2013 Strand Magazine Critics Awards

A Killing at Cotton Hill enchants with memorable characters and a Texas backdrop as authentic as bluebonnets and scrub cedars. A splendid debut by a gifted writer who knows the human heart. Definitely a candidate for both the Edgar and Agatha awards for Best First Novel."
Carolyn Hart, author of Escape from Paris

"Terry Shames does small-town Texas crime right, and A Killing at Cotton Hill is the real thing. It has humor, insight, and fine characters. Former chief of police Samuel Craddock is a man readers are going to love, and they'll want to visit him and Jarrett Creek, Texas, often."
—Bill Crider, author of Compound Murder, A Dan Rhodes Mystery

"With her first crime novel, Shames has come up with a sleuth for the long haul.... [Craddock] wins our respect as a guy who stitches together the answers to forensic puzzles with logic and confidence. From page one of the novel, he also claims our affection as a decent kind of guy, the sort we can confidently expect not to disappoint us in future Craddock adventures from Terry Shames’s lively imagination."
Toronto Star

"Shames' novel is an amazing read. The poetic, literary quality of the writing draws you into a small town and its interesting, secret-carrying residents."
RT Book Reviews

“Shames delivers a mystery in the traditional mode, but Craddock is a strong enough character to keep readers coming back for more.”
San Jose Mercury News 

"Not just another retired lawman, Samuel Craddock is wizened but not hardened, rusty but still plenty sharp. . . . Samuel anchors a compelling cast of characters that imbues A Killing at Cotton Hill with style, heart, and a generous helping of rural sensibility."
—Sophie Littlefield, bestselling, award-winning author of Garden of Stones

"Samuel Craddock is a man you want to have covering your back, and Terry Shames's small Texas town is so real you can taste the dirt. I heard Texas in every line of dialogue and could see the houses and the people as clearly as if I were sitting on a front porch in Jarrett Creek. Beautifully written."
—Susan C. Shea, author of Murder in the Abstract, a Dani O'Rourke mystery
 
“The small-town southern mystery is becoming a genre all its own, with Shames capably joining Bill Crider and Steven Havill in chronicling the mayhem and hidden agendas in the region. A solid debut thriller.”
Booklist

“[A] promising debut. . . . Readers will want to see more of the likable main character, who compassionately but relentlessly sifts the evidence. Convincing small-town atmosphere and a vivid supporting cast.”          
Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616148003
  • Publisher: Prometheus Books
  • Publication date: 7/16/2013
  • Series: Samuel Craddock Series , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 4,300
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Terry Shames (Berkeley, CA) is a freelance writer and coeditor of Fire in the Hills, a book of stories, poems, and photographs about the 1991 Oakland Hills Fire. She grew up in Texas and continues to be fascinated by the convoluted loyalties and betrayals of the small town where her grandfather was the mayor. Terry is a member of the Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. Visit Terry Shames online at www.terryshames.com, or follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/TShames and on Twitter @TerryShames.


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A KILLING AT COTTON HILL

A Samuel Craddock Mystery


By TERRY SHAMES

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2013 Terry Shames
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61614-799-0


CHAPTER 1

I watch Loretta Singletary hurry up the steps to my house. She hasn't seen me on the porch in my beat-up old rocker where I often sit to catch any early morning breeze. Usually Loretta doesn't miss a thing, so I know she's on a mission. So as not to scare her, I start rocking and clear my throat. She jumps anyway, like a weasel has crossed her path.

"Samuel, you liked to've scared me to death," she says.

"Well, I didn't mean to," I say. "You've got something on your mind, otherwise you would have seen me."

"I do, and it's terrible news. Let me get a drink of water and I'll tell you about it." She opens my screen door. "You want anything?"

I tell her no. She steps lively down the hall, across the linoleum of the kitchen, opens the refrigerator door, and pours herself a glass of water.

I've got uncanny hearing for a man in his sixties, which is why I can hear every move she makes. Loretta doesn't hear as good as me, but she still has a brisk bounce in her walk. I've known Loretta so long I hardly pay attention to what she looks like anymore, but the bare facts are she's short and a little on the plump side, with gray hair that she keeps in tight curls like a halo around her face, and pale blue eyes. She always had nice legs, and they are still her pride, so she wears skirts and disapproves of women who wear pants. She's been a good friend to me since my wife died, though we're not as attached as she'd like to be.

Back out on the porch, she's so agitated that she jerks this way and that as she settles in. "You know Dora Lee Parjeter, lives out in Cotton Hill? She was found murdered this morning."

I feel like somebody punched me in the gut. Dora Lee called me last night, way after I was in bed—I often get to bed before dark in the summer, because I'm up so early. She was just about hysterical and told me she thought somebody was spying on her. After her husband died ten years back, Dora Lee was nervous being out on the farm by herself, and she used to call me, imagining someone was lurking around. I spent a number of years as chief of police, and some people never got out of the habit of depending on me to sort out such things.

After her grandson, Greg, came to live with her, Dora Lee wasn't so afraid anymore, so I was surprised a couple of weeks ago when she called me with the idea that somebody was sitting on the road leading to her farm keeping an eye on the place. I told her the same thing I always used to tell her: "Dora Lee, if you're still worried tomorrow morning, you call me and I'll see what I can find out."

That usually worked pretty well to settle her down in the past, but I'd had the devil of a time last night convincing her that she'd be okay. Turns out she was right and I was wrong.

"I suppose I better go on out there," I say.

Loretta stares at me like I've grown a second head. "What do you want to go out there for?"

"Loretta, if somebody killed you, would you want Rodell to be the person trying to figure out what happened?" Rodell Skinner is the chief of police.

"I guess you're right, but what's that got to do with you?"

"I've got good sense."

I head into the house for my hat and my cane and the keys to my truck. There's not a thing wrong with me but a bum knee. Several months ago one of my heifers knocked me down accidentally and it spooked her so bad that she stepped on my leg. This happened in the pasture behind my house, where I keep twenty head of white-faced Herefords. It took me two hours to drag myself back to the house, and those damned cows hovered over me every inch of the way.

When I get back outside, Loretta is in the truck. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask.

"You're not going out there without me." I know better than to argue with Loretta when she gets that tone of voice.

Heading out of town I ask her how she came to find out the news that Dora Lee was dead.

"Ida Ruth called me. One of Rodell's men told his wife, and she called Ida Ruth." Ida Ruth and Dora Lee are best friends. They get teased because they've both got double names.

"I suppose Ida Ruth will be out there at the house."

"No, she was on her way to Waco for a church conference. She won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. She was awful upset, but she said there's no way she could get out of it." The Baptist preacher may think he runs the church, but he just thinks so because Ida Ruth lets him.

Loretta keeps clearing her throat.

"Well, out with it," I say.

"Ida Ruth says Rodell's pretty sure he knows who did it. He said Dora Lee's grandson probably got it in his mind that he'd be better off with her money than with her."

"And we all know how much Rodell's opinion is worth," I say.

"That's not all. Ida Ruth said Dora Lee and the boy had an argument last week."

"That doesn't mean he'd kill her." I don't like all this jumping to conclusions.

"Who else would have done it?"

"We'll have to see about that."

Cotton Hill, where Dora Lee's farm is located, is a tiny hamlet roughly halfway in between Jarrett Creek and the county seat, Bobtail. It's high summer and the drive out to Cotton Hill is pretty, the alfalfa thick on the ground, the post oak trees still green from the wet June we had. And the cotton is just a few weeks from ready to pick. It's a terrible crop for the land, sucking up all the nutrients and leaving it as depleted as if it had been strip-mined, but it makes a pretty sight as we cut down the county road to Dora Lee's farm.

I turn onto the gravel road that leads up to Dora Lee's little house, and Loretta crosses her arms tight against her chest. "You seem to be mighty familiar with the way out here."

"Been out here to see Dora Lee a time or two," I say.

Before she can pick at me anymore, we pull into the driveway to the side of the house and park behind three vehicles, including a Texas Highway Patrol car. Since homicides occur so seldom around here, every law enforcement body wants to get in on the action. All of a sudden, Dora Lee's murder looms up real to me, and I feel a flash of outrage toward whoever did such a terrible thing. When I climb out of my pickup, I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants.

There's a clump of people standing in the yard. Besides Rodell and one of his lieutenants, the Baptist preacher is there, standing with hands clasped over his belly and a sour look on his face. The two highway patrolmen are wearing their hats and sunglasses like they think a TV crew is going to come barreling up any second and they want to be sure they look the part.

Dora Lee's grandson, Greg, is standing off to one side scratching at a raw place on his chin. A scrawny youngster of about twenty, Greg came to stay with Dora Lee three years ago after his folks, Dora Lee's daughter Julie and her husband, died in a car accident. He and Dora Lee got on well, but I've always found him a little pleased with himself.

Everybody turns and watches Loretta and me walk over to join them, their expressions as wary as if they've been caught doing something wrong. The preacher's face is fire-red in the heat.

"Chief, how you doing?" Rodell says. I can smell whiskey on his breath, left over from last night. He still calls me Chief from when I had his job. That was in the days when it was an elected position. Now it's an appointment made by the county sheriff, Rodell's cousin.

Rodell's just under six feet, with rangy arms and legs and a big old beer gut that hangs over his belt. He's recently grown himself a little mustache that he's fond of stroking, and wears mirrored sunglasses so you see yourself reflected in them.

"I'm doing okay," I say. "I was surprised as hell to hear about Dora Lee. I wanted to come out here and find out what happened."

My eyes flick to the two patrolmen. One of them has a toothpick stuck in the side of his mouth. I can't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but the way he's faced I can tell he's looking straight at me. I nod at him, and he turns away to confer with his partner, too busy or important to be polite.

"Dora Lee was stabbed, but that's about all we know," Rodell says. "We're waitin' on Doc Taggart to get out here."

I start to ask if I can go in and see her, which I bet he'll say no to, but about then another car drives up. It's the doc, and he hollers for someone to come help him get his gear out of the back. While they're all concentrating on that, I slip away and around the side of the house. Dora Lee's house is small, so I don't have far to go, but I'm hustling fast because I don't have much time to get a look at things before they shoo me out. As I walk, I scan the ground to see if I can make out any footprints, but with this drought we've had, the ground is hard-packed and not likely to yield information.

I step up off the back steps into the kitchen and wait while my eyes get adjusted from the bright light outside. I slip the clip-on shades off my glasses and put them in my shirt pocket. When she died, Dora Lee slid down the cabinet, coming to rest slumped against it, with one leg at a cockeyed angle. She's staring straight at me like she's mad I didn't come out here last night and stop this from happening. I take off my hat and hold it to my chest. Someone, most likely one of the highway patrolmen, has strung some yellow crime scene tape in a rough rectangle from kitchen counter to a chair, to another chair and back to the counter. I can't imagine Rodell having the foresight to bring the tape.

Time was, Dora Lee was a good-looking woman with a fine figure. She's put on a little weight and her dark hair has gone to gray, but she still has those deep brown eyes that made her such a popular girl when we were in school together. I had a crush on her and went out with her a time or two. A torrent of water has gone under the bridge since those days.

Even after Dora Lee was a widow, I never saw her when she wasn't dressed nice. She needed glasses, but she refused to wear them, out of vanity, except for reading and quilting. There are those who think she put on airs for a country girl, but my wife, Jeanne, always said she admired women who didn't let themselves get dowdy.

I tear my eyes away from looking at Dora Lee's face and concentrate on the mess that's been made of the front of her clothes. She was killed before she had time to get comfortable for the night. She's wearing blue slacks and a white blouse. Or, at least, it was white. Blood has spilled down the front and puddled in her lap. The knife, a vicious-looking Bowie knife with a hefty handle and wide blade, is still there, sticking out of her chest. And there is more than one stab wound. Whoever did this wanted to be sure they made a thorough job of it. I don't think Dora Lee would have such a knife in her possession, so whoever killed her must have brought it with him. The blood has darkened, so the wounds are many hours old. A fly has made its way into the house and is buzzing around her. My stomach gives a little lurch and I look away.

For the first time, I wonder where Skeeter is, and if he set up a fuss when whoever killed Dora Lee came in. Skeeter is the latest in a long string of temperamental collies. Dora Lee never would have any other kind of dog. Skeeter should have escorted me around the outside of the house when I arrived. They must have put the dog somewhere so it wouldn't get in the way, but I don't hear any commotion like I should if he's penned up.

I take in the details of the kitchen, the dishes washed and in the drainer—two of everything, so Greg must have eaten dinner with her. Come to think of it, I never knew Dora Lee to leave the dishes to drain. She would have dried them and put them away. So she must have been killed between the washing and the drying. That could be a problem for young Greg, especially given what Ida Ruth said about the two of them having a fight last week.

I hear voices coming around to the back, so I take one more quick look around the kitchen, stopping when I get to Dora Lee. "Goddamn," I say softly, "I'm sorry as hell." Then I hustle on into the front part of the house. I turn left and go into her bedroom. Neat as a pin, it's plain but pretty. She made the handsome quilt on the bed herself, and her son-in-law painted the stodgy picture of her house that hangs over the bed. On the bureau there are framed photos of Dora Lee's husband, Teague, and several of her daughter Julie and her husband, the ones who died in the car accident. There's only one of her other daughter, Caroline, as a little girl.

I pick up a faded photo of the Grand Canyon with an old Ford in the foreground. Dora Lee was so proud of that picture. She and Teague took their honeymoon there. She always talked about going back but never made it. Seems like that no-good rascal Teague could have at least done that much for her.

I poke my head into the bathroom, but as far as I can tell everything is where it ought to be. Not that I'd know if something in particular was out of place, but it looks tidy anyway. Then I move on up to the front bedroom. I can hear Loretta in the kitchen giving orders about how things ought to be done. I'll bet that's going over big with Doc Taggart. He's a prissy SOB who thinks because he has an MD he's right up there next to God almighty and everybody ought to treat him that way.

Opening the door to the second bedroom, I'm hit by the heat. With the door closed, the air-conditioning hasn't reached in here. The room presents a challenge. Dora Lee spent most of her time quilting, and the room is packed with bags of fabric, rolls of bunting, and partly-pieced sections of quilts. I wouldn't be able to tell whether somebody came in and rummaged around looking for something, because it has always been a mess. "Samuel," Dora Lee told me, "everybody's got to have a room they can just let go. I can shut the door to the room and sort things out when I please." From the looks of it, she hasn't pleased in quite a while.

I take a good look around. One thing catches my eye right away. There's a place on the wall where a picture used to be. You can see the paint has faded around where it hung. I wipe my finger over the area that was covered by the picture. My finger comes away clean, so it hasn't been gone long. I close my eyes and try to remember what the picture looked like. I think it was some kind of landscape, but I can't come up with anything more than that.

Somebody is walking as quiet as they can, sneaking up behind me. Probably thinks because I'm old I can't hear. "Sir, what are you doing in here?"

I don't turn around. I know it's going to be that highway patrolman with the bad manners. "I knew Dora Lee for a long time, and I'm paying my respects."

"I have to ask you to leave the house," he says. "This is a crime scene. I'm sure you'll have time when we're done to come back." He isn't unkind, just stiff.

"I'll be on my way," I say. To avoid the crowd in the kitchen, I leave by the front door. In all the voices I heard talking in the kitchen, I didn't hear the boy, Greg. He lives in a shed behind the house. That wasn't Dora Lee's doing. Dora Lee wanted him to live in the house, but the boy insisted on taking over the shed. It took him several months to convert it into a living space. I've never seen the inside of it, but Dora Lee said he made a right nice place out of it.

I walk back around the house and make my way to the shed. When I'm close to it, I see that it's been converted into a compact little cabin. I wonder if the boy did all the work himself.

I tap on the door and hear him moving around inside, and after a minute he opens the door. His eyes are red and his look is hopeless, a far cry from the arrogant face he usually presents. "Yes sir?" A pungent smell of turpentine wafts out through the open door, reminding me that Dora Lee said the boy wanted to be an artist, a claim I never took seriously.

"I hate to bother you," I say, "I just want to make sure you're all right. Can I come in?"

Greg looks over his shoulder, then back at me, and shrugs. He looks younger than his years, having yet to fill into his body. His jeans hang on his hips and skinny arms stick out of a ratty old T-shirt covered with colored smudges. With an unruly mop of hair, and his face long and bony, he's not an attractive boy. He steps back to let me inside, and I enter another world.
(Continues...)


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  • Posted April 22, 2014

    A highly enjoyable book. As a mature reader I could easily relate to the hero.

    I very much enjoyed reading a detective story where there was not too much graphic detail. The story line was well described and grabbed my attention from the beginning. Here is a retired chief of detectives showing that he still has what it takes to solve a murder. He has some age related physical problems but his intellect is very much in tact and his maturity is apparent throughout the novel.
    An excellent first novel in, what appears to be the beginning of a series. I look forward to the next book.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    A WINNER

    I just stayed up until 4 AM to finish this book. Samuel Craddock is a fascinating person and detective. The author shows a fine knowledge of small town living and writes a great story. Loved the book! I am looking forward to the next in the series.

    From a real mystery fan.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 2, 2013

    The genuine feel of a small Texas town sets the stage for murder

    The genuine feel of a small Texas town sets the stage for murder. Retired lawman, Samuel Craddock can't let the murder of an old friend go unsolved. While relatives swarm over the estate and small- town politics play out, Samuel slowly chips away at decades of deceit and moral decay. You won't want to miss this fun and intriguing mystery.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2014

    Great read!

    I really enjoyed this book without any offensive laungage. I will certainly read more by this author. Great plot and characters. If you like real-live mysteries this is a must read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2014

    Ashseq

    Very good !! Will read more of Sam Craddock Mysteries. Terry Shames is now one of my favorite authors. This book is not long or too short. Good reading!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2014

    The 1st of three now in the series region texas

    I can but quote a famous review "if you like this kind of book you'll like this book" this may damn with faint praise a sub genre texas small town drunk sheriff retired older back to help and supporting cast of locals page counter@sparta

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2015

    Wonderful writing, great story!

    I loved it, can't wait to read more about Samuel Craddock and his adventures!

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  • Posted November 23, 2014

    Great first book in series.

    The small town Texas setting is very authentic and I love the main character. I gave it a 5 because first books are seldom of this quality. I read the other 2 books in this series right after this one.

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  • Posted November 1, 2014

    Don't miss this. Highly recommended

    Very interesting, a good read. Glad I checked it out.I would say it is for adults. Would look forward to other books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2014

    Demi

    Next result.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2014

    Good light reading... the main character was very sympathetic an

    Good light reading... the main character was very sympathetic and enjoyable. For me the book was not overly suspenseful or anything I would stay up until 4 am to finish, but it was good light reading. Perfect level of entertainment for beach or poolside reading.

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  • Posted October 24, 2014

    A Great Texas Mystery

    This is a great read. My first read of this author. The writing is crisp, clear, and artful. Most importantly, however, for a mystery, I did not know who did it until near the very end.

    I have enjoyed this book so much that I have put every one of his books on my Nook Wishlist.

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  • Posted October 24, 2014

    Surprisingly easy to get into characters and their families

    Excellent read. Down to earth and keeps you reading. Would recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2014

    Great book


    I loved this book. Not graphic in violence, no bad language, no sex scenes. A great feel for small town Texas living complete with dialect. Travel to a couple of cities also included.

    Retired police chief and atheist gets involved when an old friend is murdered.

    Delightful story line. Much about this series to be loved.

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