Mystery
Date Published: Aug 1, 2025
Narrator: Greg O'Donahue
Run Time: 6 hours 24 minutes
Guy Hogan and his wife planned to share their dream home in Colorado but cancer his took her from him. The mountains became his refuge and each day he hoped the next cast of his flyrod will chase away his loneliness.
Then he finds a man’s body in his favorite trout stream.
Learning why the man died becomes a quest to fill his emptiness. Hogan befriends a young woman as empty as he. Their path leads to a ring of poachers killing elk for their antlers, a break neck car chase across the twist and turns of the highest paved road in the United States, and the fury of a mountain flash flood.
But the young woman is not what she seems. Will her deadly secrets force Hogan to become the very thing he despises? The challenge is as treacherous as Trail ridge Road.
Guest Post
Kevin Wolf author: TRAILRIDGE What does my office look like?
MY story, TRAILRIDGE, happens right outside my office window.
My writing space was supposed to be the third bedroom. I commandeered it when we moved in seven years ago. The space is cluttered. My wife refuses to enter. A stack of books I haven’t gotten around to reading takes up one corner, a telescope with its tripod sits at the window, the breeze teases the feathers of unused trout flies beneath my computer, and a cased Browning shotgun awaits our next trip to the trap club. Two Bibles and maybe six yellow legal pads with notes cover the floor.
But the window is most important. What’s outside fuels my imagination. In late September, great bull elk strut, bugle, and gather their harems of females right outside. In January, I’ve watched a lone coyote pad across the fresh snow. In the spring, a mama duck and her ducklings cruise the creek, and Broadtail hummingbirds hover around our back porch all summer. On any day, perhaps a deer, bobcat, bald eagle, or redtail hawk may distract me from my writing or inspire the next scene.
If I crane my neck just so I can see Longs Peak. Its summit is 14,256 feet above sea level, or nearly 7000 feet higher than my office window.
If summer tourists don’t clog the roads, in thirty minutes I can pretend I’m Guy Hogan (my novel’s protagonist) on the curves of Trail Ridge Road. It is the highest continuous paved road in the United States. It crosses the Continental Divide, where streams and rivers flowing east ultimately mingle with the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The west side is the headwaters of the Colorado River. Its waters are bound to the Pacific.
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They say pictures are better than words. Perhaps this one is worth a thousand.
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