Leroy
Wild ideas, improvised inventions, and questionable physics—somehow still standing at the end.
About the Book
In Moonshine Holler, the roads wander, the fog gossips, and most problems can be solved with pie—unless they can’t. Follow Leroy, Sal, Paw, Bubba and a cast of lovable mischief‑makers through huntin’ mishaps, runaway pumpkins, ghostly houses with opinions, and a legendary fishing trip that leaves everyone a little wetter and a lot wiser.
These stories are perfect for kids at bedtime and irresistible for adults who love a good campfire yarn. Expect porch‑swing humor, Appalachian heart, and the kind of lines you’ll be quoting for days.
Cast of Characters
Sal
The practical compass of the holler. Keeps the others alive, annoyed, and mostly in line.
Paw
Philosopher‑king of the porch. Favorite words: “Don’t keer none.” Wisdom included.
Tully
Walking disaster with a talent for brewing Tully Shine—paint remover with ambitions.
Shorty (the dog)
Under‑tailed, over‑committed, and quietly judging everyone.
Bubba
Loud, brave, proud—perpetually unprepared for nature but willing to tussle with it.
Read a Sample
Enjoy an excerpt from Chapter 1, “Dog Treed,” then grab the full book from your favorite store below.
“We lit out down the road, me and Ol’ Paw, dogs trailin’ behind like they know’d somethin’ we didn’t… Paw never did keer ‘bout much as long as it didn’t interfere with his chaw, his sittin’ on that porch hollerin’ at squirrels, or his private hobby of starin’ at the same knothole in the porch rail like it owed him rent.”
Coming Soon — Vol. 2
Something strange is brewin’ in the holler again… Fog sittin’ low, frogs preachin’, and a mysterious silver glow creep’n up the creek like it’s late for school. Bubba swears the moon itself fell in the water. Sal says to leave it alone—so of course we won’t. The next story starts with: The Night the Moon Fell in the Creek.
Read the full Prelude
Prelude: Welcome Back!!
Now ‘fore I tell you the latest story ‘bout the moon fallin’ into the creek, and ‘fore you start thinkin’ I done lost my last three brain cells, have a seat and let me welcome you back proper like.
Good to see ya again. You look the same as last time, ‘cept maybe a little more suspicious…which is probably healthy ‘round here.
Things ain’t changed much since you last saw. Dogs still bark at things that ain’t there. The wind still borrowin’ hats without askin’. Uncle Tully still in his shack workin’ on the next batch of liquid regrets. And me? Well I’m still tryin’ to fix the world one questionable experiment at a time.
But last week…right as the fog started sittin’ low and the frogs started preachin’… somthin’ strange happened. Stranger than usual I mean.
A bright silvery glow come creepin’ up the creek like it was late for school. Bubba swore it was the moon takin’ a bath. Sal said it looked like trouble so we should leave it alone….which of course we did NOT.
But I’m getting’ ahead of myself. Lets start at the beginin’. Pull up a chair, get your boots outs the mud, and get comfy. This may take a minute and you ain’t leavin’ the holler without a story.
I call this one: The Night the Moon Fell in the Creek
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