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Minnie Crockwell - Will Travel for Trouble 03 - Trouble at Glacier

Minnie Crockwell - Will Travel for Trouble 03 - Trouble at Glacier
Will Travel for Trouble Mysteries [3]
Minnie Crockwell
Minnie Crockwell (2014)
Tags:
Mystery: Cozy - RV Park - Montana
Minnie Crockwell, recreational vehicle enthusiast and traveler, lucks into a first come, first-served camping spot at Apgar campground in majestic Glacier National Park, Montana. After the stress over the past few months of finding herself involved in not one but two murders, she looks forward to the serenity of the mountains. She has sworn off sleuthing forever—until her next-door neighbor is attacked and killed by a bear, that is. Minnie has the bad luck to be the first to discover the body. It's not as bad luck as the victim had, but bad luck nevertheless. So much for the serenity she thought she’d find at Glacier.
Peregrine Ebenezer (Ben) Alvord, her 19th century ghost traveling companion, is not so easily convinced this was a mere bear attack, and he unwittingly reactivates Minnie’s sleuthing instincts with his musings of murder and mayhem. Minnie can’t help herself. She’s off and running—on the hunt for another kind of killer.

I flicked on the flashlight and moved slowly in the direction of where I thought the scream had originated. I heard voices nearby as if other people were also coming to investigate. Other lights illuminated the dark woods at the inner core of the campground loop.

My foot hit something hard but pliant, and I fell over whatever it was, dropping my flashlight in the process.
 

“Ben, what was that?” I gasped as I grabbed my flashlight and jumped up, shining it on the ground.

Oh, my dear Minerva, this cannot be possible! Not again!

My light revealed I had tripped over a body, a human. I knew I would never forget the horrible sight of the mutilation of the man’s neck.

TROUBLE AT GLACIER

Minnie Crockwell

Trouble at Glacier

Copyright 2014 Minnie Crockwell

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Dedication

This story is dedicated to my fellow travelers, and to the men and women of the National Park System with a special shout out to Glacier National Park where I was thrilled to work for two summers—a highlight of my life. I still have my ranger hat and my uniforms.
 

And yes, I did see bears there…and moose and bighorn sheep and all sorts of wonderful wildlife.

May we all meet at Glacier National Park!

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Foreword

Recreational Vehicles and the Terms We Love to Use

ChapterOne

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Other Stories by Minnie Crockwell

About the Author

Foreword

Hello, readers. It’s so nice to meet you!
 

I’m Minnie Crockwell—single woman, traveler and amateur sleuth by accident. Please join me on my adventures as I travel across the United States in my recreational vehicle (RV). If my first few adventures were anything to go by, I suspect I’ll be meeting all sorts of folks along the way ranging from the interesting to the weird, to fellow travelers and happy campers, and to liars and murderers.
 

And say hello to my constant companion, Peregrine Ebenezer Alvord. I call him Ben. Ben travels with me though we haven’t quite figured out why. That he was born in the eighteenth century only adds to his charm.
 

Trouble at Glacier
is Book 3
of the
Will Travel for Trouble
series. Look for
Trouble at Happy Trails,
Book 1, and
Trouble at Sunny Lake
, Book 2, at all major online book retailers.

I’ll pen my cozy mysteries as I experience them along my travels, and I’ll keep them short and sweet for those of you who don’t have the time to read long stories. While I will do my best to make the stories stand alone, in order to prevent too much redundancy in back story, you might find it easier to read them in order. You’ll learn more about Ben and me as we travel.
 

I hope you enjoy the ride, fellow travelers and friends. I never know where I’ll be on the road, but you can always reach me at
 
mailto:[email protected]
.

Recreational Vehicles and the Terms We Love to Use

Camper: Older term for any type of recreational vehicle. Most often refers to a trailer towed by a truck or a camper that is set in the bed of a truck. Can also simply refer to people who enjoy camping whether by tent or recreational vehicle

Class A: A specific style of recreational vehicle that consists of a single unit where the driving “cockpit” is at the front of the vehicle and living quarters to the rear.

Coach: Another term for a Class A vehicle.

Cockpit: The front portion of a recreational vehicle housing the instrumentation where the driver sits while driving the vehicle.
 

Fifth-wheel: A style of RV towed by a truck in which the RV kingpin is coupled to a “fifth wheel” seated in the bed of the truck. Additional RV living space is afforded over the bed of the truck.
 

Land yacht: Another term for an RV or car suggesting large size and luxury. Used tongue in cheek by author.
 

Motorhome: Can include any recreational vehicle that includes a motor and is driven versus being towed.

Rig: In the RVing world, term used for recreational vehicle and/or trucks and vehicles used to haul them. Normally used by truck drivers to refer to their trucks.

Recreational Vehicle: RV. Also can include the terms motorhome, coach, camper, rig, trailer. Also called a caravan by my friends across the ponds.

Toad: See “Towed.”

Towed: Also known affectionately as a toad for the play on words. A vehicle that is towed behind a motorhome and is used for local, less expensive transportation.

Trailer: Most often refers to a recreational vehicle that is pulled behind a truck.
 

*Note: This list is not inclusive of all recreational vehicle terms and definitions but includes all those used in this book. Additional stories will include other terms.

Chapter One

I am beside myself, Minerva! Quite, quite beside myself!
Ben said.

To some of us, those words might have sounded like Ben was in the throws of despair, but I recognized the excitement in his voice as the majestic peaks of Glacier National Park appeared in the distance over the tops of tall evergreen trees. Although August had been a particularly hot month in the Northwest, bright white snow and ice still glowed on the blue-gray tops of the Rocky Mountains in western Montana. I pushed on the accelerator of my Class A recreational vehicle to get to our campground just a little bit faster.

“Me too, Ben,” I said happily. “This was a good idea. Thanks!”
 

It is I who should thank you, Minerva,
Ben said.
The expedition did not travel this far north on the westward journey, but engaged in a grueling portage around the great falls of the Missouri River.
 

I knew Ben referred to the Lewis and Clark expedition, of which he had been a U.S. Army cartographer before his untimely death.

As if Ben could read my mind—which he could, actually—he sighed heavily.

Yes, I was not able to join Captain Clark as he returned on the northern route near this wilderness. It is one of my greatest disappointments.

I echoed his sigh. Peregrine Ebenezer Alvord had died way too young at thirty-five of some unknown fever during the expedition’s stay at Cape Disappointment on the western coast of what is now Washington State. Had Ben not died young though, would I have ever “met” him? Wouldn’t he have returned to the east with Captains Lewis or Clark, perhaps to finish out his Army career?

I do not suppose we shall ever know, my dear. My ‘disappointment’ is tempered by the supposition that I should never have met you had I lived.

“Ben! Is there any chance at all that you can stop reading my mind for a second?”

I am not certain that I can,
he said with a deep-throated chuckle.
But I could avoid comment on your thoughts, thus ensuring your blissful ignorance.

I grinned. In truth, Ben’s ability to read my mind came in very handy on occasion, especially over the past few months when he and I had run into several hairy situations. Murders, actually. We could communicate without words, a particularly helpful system when other people were around.
 

And does the handsome and charming Deputy Wilson fare well?
Ben asked.
 

I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue in the general direction of the passenger’s seat where I thought Ben might be.

“You’re not doing very well at ensuring my ‘blissful ignorance’ that you aren’t reading my mind,” I said sarcastically. “Josh is fine, wrapping up loose ends on Jason’s murder.” I referred to the recent murder of a young man at our last RV park on the shores of Sunny Lake in eastern Washington.
 

Perhaps you will have occasion to see him again someday,
Ben said almost kindly. Almost. Ben and I had a complicated relationship, and I’d given up trying to label it. Companions? Friends? Fellow travelers? The word ‘lovers’ seemed a bit much, and I squashed the thought immediately hoping that Ben had missed it. That he was the ghost of a nineteenth-century man further confused things.

I saw the sign for the west entrance of Glacier National Park and slowed the RV. I’d already read that my 35-foot vehicle was too long to take across the park’s famous Going-to-the-Sun Road to the eastern side, and I hoped to snag a spot at Apgar, the largest of the park campgrounds on the west side and the easiest in which to maneuver a large RV. The campground was first-come, first-served, and I was anxious to see if I could still get a spot.

It was late afternoon, 5 p.m., and a line of traffic slowed entrance at the west gate. A park ranger facilitated congestion and directed traffic toward several lanes.
 

What an interesting cap the fellow wears,
Ben exclaimed.
 

He referred to the circular, broad-brimmed straw ranger hat, which I more commonly thought of as a “Smoky the Bear” hat, though I thought that was associated with the Forest Service.

The ranger approached me, and I pushed open the driver’s side window and peered down at him from my 8-foot high perch.

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