One late night in the spring of 1999, Charles Davis wondered what he would do if he could do anything he wanted in the whole world. In a moment that changed his life, he then wondered why he wasn't doing just that. A few weeks later, he said a warm farewell to his career as a federal law enforcement officer, sold or gave away everything he couldn't cram into a U-Haul trailer, and with his dog riding shotgun in his pickup truck, drove a thousand miles from Maine to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. There he rented a small beach house, got a part-time job framing houses and had high hopes of completing his first novel by giving his old stories the time and energy they'd craved.
Charles is an avid fisherman and outdoorsman, a fair bluegrass guitar picker, thinks his homemade barbeque sauce is something special and is a college football fanatic. His stories tend to wander here and there, but most eventually drift back down the dirt roads of his past to the hills and hollows of Southwest Virginia, the place where he grew up during the 1960s and 1970s. In his old hometown, stories told on front porches were as commonplace as brown beans and cornbread sitting on a supper table.
The author attended Virginia Tech, graduated from Radford University and spent four years as an airborne infantry soldier before beginning a career with the U.S. Marshals Service. He currently lives in New Hampshire with his wife, two children and dog, and is working on his next novel.