The Huckleberry Murders (Sheriff Bo Tully Series #4)

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His most accomplished novel yet, Patrick McManus embarks on the fourth installment of the Sheriff Bo Tully series.
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Overview


His most accomplished novel yet, Patrick McManus embarks on the fourth installment of the Sheriff Bo Tully series.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In McManus's amusing, folksy fourth Bo Tully mystery (after 2009's The Double-Jack Murders), the 43-year-old Blight County, Idaho, sheriff is headed for his favorite remote spot to pick huckleberries when five frantic women inform him that they've spotted bodies nearby. Tully finds three young men, apparently farm laborers, lying by a huckleberry patch, each shot in the back of the head. Tully has his hands full with the rare triple murder as well as the disappearance of rancher Orville Poulson, whose so-called caretaker, Ray Crockett, has entrenched himself on Poulson's property. Meanwhile, various women need the sheriff's attentions, including putative psychic Etta Gorsich, deputy Daisy Quinn, FBI agent Angela Phelps, and nurse Scarlett O'Ryan. Tully once again proves an unorthodox and effective lawman, while McManus's storytelling, be it about a haunted lake or a modern mountain man, never flags. (Nov.)
Library Journal
In his fourth outing (after The Double-Jack Murders), Sheriff Bo Tully of Blight County, ID, is hip deep in bodies when he finds three young men shot to death execution-style as he is out picking huckleberries for his mother. Since the killings occurred on federal land, a beautiful female FBI agent arrives to work on the case. Tully also suspects a missing elderly rancher has been murdered by his caretaker but doesn't have a case without a body. VERDICT McManus's folksy narrative keeps the reader's interest with plenty of humor, aw-shucks moments, and action. C.J. Box fans will find less harsh reality here, but Bo Tully is a treat for readers who like some Western flair and an old-fashioned approach to justice in their mysteries. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ 6/1/10.]
Kirkus Reviews

A sheriff and an FBI agent cavort in an Idaho swamp.

The ex-Mrs. Poulson, who'd been married to Orville for 30 years and divorced for ten, thinks he's dead and knows just who to blame: Ray Porter, the man who'd been living in his ranch house for the past few years. Unfortunately for Blight County Sheriff Bo Tully (The Double-Jack Murders, 2009, etc.), the lady harps on Orville's whereabouts so loud and long that he has to investigate. When he does, he immediately fingers Porter as an extremely smooth sociopath. But where is Orville's body? There are plenty of other bodies lying around: three young guys executed in a huckleberry patch, for instance. Said patch, being part of a national forest, attracts a toothsome FBI agent, the delectable Angela, to the scene. She and Bo, along with his reprobate daddy and an ersatz Indian tracker named Dave must (a) deliver a bruised-up gal to a biker gang for safekeeping; (b) shoot and kill a sentry at a clandestine marijuana-growing enterprise; and (c) hunt for the person or persons who've forced the ex-Mrs. Poulson's car off the road, leaving her well and truly dead. Stakeouts on a raft bobbing along the swamp byways and a raid on Orville's ranch turn up several surprises, not the least of which is Orville, alive and well.

Genial, amusing and sweet, with quirky characters and just enough plot twists to engage.

From the Publisher
“Everybody should read Patrick McManus.”

The New York Times Book Review

“A style that brings to mind Mark Twain, Art Buchwald, and Garrison Keillor.”

People

“Patrick McManus is a treasure.”

The Atlantic

“What a treat to come across a Patrick McManus tale.”

Los Angeles Times

“The funniest writer around today.”

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

“In McManus’s amusing, folksy fourth Bo Tully mystery . . . Tully once again proves an unorthodox and effective lawman, while McManus’s storytelling, be it about a haunted lake or a modern mountain man, never flags.”

—Publishers Weekly

“Folksy humorist McManus’ fourth Bo Tully mystery exudes lots of country charm and humor.”

–Kat Cam, Booklist

Genial, amusing and sweet, with quirky characters and just enough plot twists to engage.”

Kirkus Reviews

“McManus's folksy narrative keeps the reader's interest with plenty of humor, aw-shucks moments, and action. . . . Bo Tully is a treat for readers who like some Western flair and an old-fashioned approach to justice in their mysteries.”—Library Journal

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439190845
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 11/2/2010
  • Series: Sheriff Bo Tully Series , #4
  • Pages: 260
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author


Patrick F. McManus is a renowned outdoor writer, humorist, and longtime columnist for Outdoor Life and Field & Stream. His most recent books are the Sheriff Bo Tully mysteries Avalanche and The Blight Way. He is the author of many other books, including such runaway New York Times bestsellers as The Grasshopper Trap, The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw, and Real Ponies Don't Go Oink! He lives in Spokane, Washington.
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BLIGHT COUNTY, IDAHO, sheriff Bo Tully drove slowly up the long gravel driveway leading to the ranch house. September had already begun, and still every day the temperature climbed into the nineties. The threat of forest fires remained. A trickle of sweat beaded up on the tip of his nose. He wiped it off. One of these days he would get the air-conditioning fixed on the Explorer. So far that summer, Blight County had managed to escape any major fires, but the mountains were powder dry. Any spark could set them off. He didn’t want to think what would happen should a thunderstorm roll through. Or if his father, Pap Tully, went for a hike in the mountains smoking one of his hand-rolleds.

Tully was wearing his usual summer outfit of Levi’s, long-sleeve tattersall shirt open at the collar, three-thousand-dollar alligator-hide cowboy boots, and a light khaki vest, which concealed the horizontal shoulder holster containing his 9 mm Colt Commander automatic. Today the gun seemed to weigh at least ten pounds. He preferred a lighter weapon, but criminals had become much more dangerous in recent years. He didn’t believe in shooting a criminal more than twice in the body mass—the so-called double tap.

A roofed porch spread across the front of the sprawling ranch house. A man sat in a rocking chair on the porch. He had the brim of a battered cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. Tully couldn’t tell whether he was asleep or watching the vehicle approach. The man would know the red Ford Explorer belonged to law enforcement because of the light bar on the roof. He obviously was the alleged culprit the ranch owner’s ex-wife had complained about.

Tully stopped the Explorer in front of the house. The man pushed the brim of his hat up with his thumb and sauntered down to greet him. He took off his hat as he approached. He appeared to be in his early thirties, slender, nice-looking, a tidy person, with short hair, a trim mustache, and under his lower lip, a tiny bush of brown hair. Tully got out of his vehicle and walked around to meet him. He stuck out his hand and said, “Howdy, pardner, I’m Blight County sheriff Bo Tully.”

The man shook his hand. “Shucks, Sheriff, I know who you are. You’re the most famous person in all Blight County.”

“That tells you something about Blight County, doesn’t it? I take it you’re Ray Crockett.”

“Yep, that’s me, Sheriff. No doubt Marge Poulson told you how I done away with Orville.”

“She has indeed. Numerous times. So what do you have to say for yourself, Ray?”

Crockett scratched his head. “Well, let’s see. I have to admit I haven’t seen or heard from Orville in several months. His Social Security check arrives every month, and I mail it to a P.O. box in Spokane. Somebody picks up the checks—Orville, I suppose—and probably cashes them. That post office box would be pretty full by now if nobody picked up the checks.”

“Sounds like a reasonable guess. How long have you been mailing his checks to Spokane?”

Crockett squinted up, as if looking for the answer in the sky. “Quite a while. Going on a couple of years.”

“You have an address or phone number for Orville?”

“Nope, I don’t. He travels a lot and stays in hotels. He used to call me every couple weeks or so, but now months go by I don’t hear from him.”

“What do you do for a living, Ray?”

Crockett put his hat back on. “Not much, Sheriff. Orville lets me stay here free of charge to look after the ranch, but he sold off all the stock so there’s not much to look after. I helped him sell the stock and he gave me five percent of the gross. I put my share in a CD. Then my dad died and I got a bit of insurance money. That’s mostly what I’ve been living on.” He gestured toward the ranch house. “This is a nice place to live and I guess I’ll stay here till Orville tells me different or my money runs out. I’m not one of those people consumed by ambition but lately I been thinking about taking some courses at the community college. Do something with my life.”

“You have a major in mind?”

“I’ve been thinking maybe law.”

“Never can tell when that might come in handy. So, any other plans, Ray?”

“Haven’t made up my mind yet. I guess I’ll stick on here until Marge gets on my nerves so much I can’t stand it. Small wonder Orville divorced her! Grab a seat up on the porch, Sheriff, and I’ll go fetch us each a beer.”

Tully pursed his lips, as if considering the offer. “Sounds mighty tempting, Ray, but I’ve got to get moving on. Give me the address of that Spokane mailbox, will you?”

“Sure thing. I have to go in the house to get it. My memory’s like a sieve.”

“Mine too. Write it down for me, would you, Ray?”

Tully looked around at the farm buildings. He made out a large boat in an open shed and behind it a barn that had probably once been cadmium red but now had faded with age into a weathered burnt sienna. No, that wasn’t quite it. Tully felt the urge to give up on law enforcement once and for all and start painting full-time.

Crockett returned with the mailbox address written down on a piece of blue-lined paper apparently torn out of a small notebook. He handed it to Tully.

“Thanks, Ray. I’ll check it out. Maybe that will satisfy Marge and get her off my back. Maybe even off your back.”

“That would be nice.” Crockett’s thumb stroked the bit of fuzz under his lip. “If I can be of any more help, Sheriff, let me know. The next time Orville calls, I’ll have him get in touch. The last I heard from him, though, he said he was headed down to Mexico. I figure he must be having a pretty good time down there because I haven’t heard from him since.”

Tully nodded. “When was the last time you mailed his Social Security check to Spokane?”

“Just a couple days ago.”

“How old is he now, late sixties?”

“Sounds about right. He was in great shape the last time I saw him.”

“You a fisherman, Ray?”

“No, afraid not. Fishing is one of the few vices I’ve never tried. Why do you ask?”

Tully pointed at the boat.

“Oh, that. It belongs to Orville. He used to spend a lot of time out on Lake Blight. Said he knew the lake like the back of his hand. He was always bringing home messes of fish. Don’t ask what kind because I don’t know.”

“That’s about the biggest Boston Whaler I’ve ever seen. Looks like an outboard jet motor for power.”

“I don’t know one boat from another, Sheriff.”

“Well, thanks for your help, Ray. If you hear from Poulson, let me know.”

“You got it, Sheriff.”

Tully got in his Explorer, drove around the circular drive, and headed back toward the highway, tugging thoughtfully on the corner of his mustache. In his rearview mirror he watched Crockett return to his chair and tilt the hat down over his eyes, apparently to resume his nap. He appeared to be a nice young man, polite, attentive, respectful. In other words, a classic sociopath. He lied as smoothly as if he were telling the truth. Marge was right. Ray killed the old man. The questions were, what did he do with the body, and how does he cash Orville’s Social Security checks?

A fly walked across the inside of his windshield. He decided to let it live. It could suffer in the heat along with him.

© 2010 Patrick F. McManus

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  • Posted August 4, 2012

    Ive been reading McManus' tales since I ve been a 6th grader and

    Ive been reading McManus' tales since I ve been a 6th grader and following his work in Outdoor Life Magazine for as long as I remember. Such wonderful stories and tales of youth, It brings me back to my own childhood fondly. Thank you sir. Thank you so much. Never stop.

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  • Posted June 17, 2011

    Great read. Too pricey

    I love patrick mcmanus books but they are way over priced as far as ebooks go. Most books you can get for the nook are way longer for less price. But they are fun to read.

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    Another Good Bo Tully

    If you have enjoyed McManus's other Bo Tully mysteries, you should enjoy this one too. However, it is best to read them in order to follow the characters, so start with his 1st and enjoy all 4 if you like it.

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    Good

    Anyone know of a tattoo place.i wanna impress my girlfrien with a totally awsome tattoo across my butt and stomak

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    Posted January 27, 2012

    Light and enjoyable escapism

    I have now read all 4 in the series and am looking forward to a #5. These books are not for some readers but for someone who just likes to have a good time, have at it!

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