Henry led the way into the building. The first thing that struck Bill was how clean the building was. It almost looked like it was brand new.
Fish Plant
"Matty got on da boys and made dem clean da plant all up, jest in case wese found someone to but 'er. Dey gave she a fresh coat of paint, hosed da place down and cleaned up da machinery as best dey could. Been a few year since da plant be used fer anyting besides da boys fixing up dey cars and doin' a bit of weldin'"
A man came toward the two, hand extended.
"Youse must be Mr. Willams."
Bill shook his hand.
"Just call me Bill. We have met before, but not formally."
"Den Bill it bes. Ise be Clayton Rideout. I used to be da manager of did plant years before."
He looked around the plant.
"Don't be lookin' like much now, but back in da day, she was a beauty."
"It still looks like it could do the job," Bill commented.
Clayton shook his head.
"No mes son. She's 'ad 'er day."
Clayton Rideout
"Now Clayt, me son, don't be discouragin' Bill 'ere."
Clayton put up his hand.
"Now 'enry. Youse knows me to be a 'onest man. Ise not gonna lies to da young fella."
Clayton put his and on Bill's shoulder.
"Lets me show youse son."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...