Romance

Lace, Mud, & Moonshine

By Alys

Belleveaux, Louisiana doesn't get many visitors. And it's never gotten one quite like you. Three months. A wildlife photography residency. Boots that squeak loud enough to scatter every deer on Holenthal land. Hiram Holenthal has managed this property, this parish, and his own carefully constructed solitude for years without interruption. He had a plan for the next three months. The plan did not survive contact with Atmospheric Minimalism, a stump photograph, or two words whispered in the dark that he hasn't stopped thinking about since. Belleveaux runs on land, lineage, and trust. The Holenthal name has meant something in this parish since 1887. Hiram Holenthal is gruff, territorial, and constitutionally incapable of leaving a path uncleared or a cabin light unchecked. Fifty-two days left.

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