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The Book With No Name

I would have to revisit RACHEL. 
That was a foregone conclusion.
The Payne saga is far from over, and I've opened the sequel, loving every minute of it. Where will it lead? I have no idea. That's what makes fiction so wonderful. You don't have to explain it. You just have to "step into the water and wade out a little bit deeper."
Here's a portion to slake your thirst.
Stay with me!
I promise to give it a title soon, and you can count on the historical portion being as near accurate as research will allow.

Step Into The Water—
From the Prologue of
The Book With No Name

She dared to trifle with the past searching for answers to reasons why—answers that would suffice to comfort and cajole her into concluding that the war years and those that followed had not all been in vain. One thing had led to another.

The train rumbled out of the depot of the Bluff City, Memphis. For three days of insufferable jerking and jolting, three evenings of watching the moon wax and wane an…