The Boys of Summers Run

It’s “Live!” says Amazon.com. 

The Boys of Summers Run, the third novel in this series about farm boys and Little League Baseball is now published and available for purchase. Currently, it’s $2.99 and formatted for all your different Kindle e-book readers. Set in rural P. A., this work is what Barnes & Noble used to list as a “Heartwarmer.”

Written from the country and back roads of rural America, it honors old-fashioned values and manners yet presents timeless and pertinent insights for today’s families, especially those concerned with raising well-grounded boys into leaders and true gentlemen. 

(Yes, there are some chapters set in Montana, depicting how not to do such.) 

Here’s the link:  The Boys of Summers Run

Excerpt, Chapter 4, When the scene ended

It developed most of the boys in my new class seemed strongly interested. Jeff Linch, though, declined the invitation to join, saying: “Guess I’d better not. I never played a lick of baseball, ever. Right now, I gots too much to do with my pap ailin’ an’ such.”

I didn’t ask about Mr. Linch’s condition, but I learned later he’d been “laid up” after piling the front of his pickup in the ditch, breaking his wrist and ankle. It was reported he was so drunk, he sat there, enraged, spinning his wheels until the tires melted and burst into flames. Then the wheel rims cut two deep grooves in the road surface, dropping the truck to its axles. Such behavior confirmed the area’s opinion of the “Linch Mob,” as Uncle Albert, Nathe’s father, pegged the family and its branches. 

I also learned both he and Nathe considered Jeff redeemable and were trying to inspire him to break free from the cycle of alcoholism and poverty. Both the Summerses and the Kinkades were hiring him for various jobs and projects and helping Jeff learn how to reach higher. “A sorry lot and a blight,” said some scorners in the community concerning the Linches. Though I’d known him for less than a month, I could sense when Jeff’s shame became readable.