No title yet - I usually do that at the very end. Is that weird?!
an excerpt

The current of the Gage River was as swift and unrelenting as Duncan MacDoyle remembered it. In the 8 years since he packed up his uncle's rusted Chevy and left his hometown for good, it seemed the tributaries had continued to carve the hillsides of Millbrook into rocky crags. Life in the small mill town, he supposed, had gone on without him.