A Stairway to Danger
By Ben Woodard
4.5/5
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It’s the summer of 1923 and two cousins hunting for hidden gold stumble on a decayed body. Was the death an accident? Fourteen-year-old Tom is convinced it was murder and drags his older cousin, Will, into a harrowing struggle against a shadowy group. Not even repeated attempts on their lives can stop the boys from relentlessly pursuing the mystery. But when their curiosity leads them to investigate a derelict barge, what they find is bigger and more dangerous than anything they could have imagined.
Ben Woodard
Ben’s imagination has led to adventures around the world.Trekking Tibet and Mt Everest.Studying in Austria.Hiking in Scotland.Bicycling rail trails.House building in GuatemalaAnd now, imagining original children stories told through Spellbinders and through his books. Imagination fired by adventure and experiences.Ben is active in SCBWI and a member of a local children’s writing critique group. He is a former Marketing Manager for a major corporation and ran his own marketing consulting business. He started writing children’s stories in 2008 and has completed over twenty books including picture books, middle grade and young adult. He lives with his wife in Lexington, Kentucky.
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Reviews for A Stairway to Danger
12 ratings6 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In Woodard’s young adult novel, the story unfolds as heroic teenagers take on the mob in the 1920’s. Cousins Will and Tom chase curiosity and investigate a haunted barge moored along the Dix River. Their curiosity nearly gets them killed as they stumble upon dangerous gangsters. With quick wit, cleverness and courage beyond their years, they meld into an unstoppable pair of rookie detectives.I couldn’t help but think of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn as well as the Hardy Boys as I poured through this fast-paced teen adventure.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Do kids really need to read a book about a flatulent frog? Considering the subject matter, this is better than expected, but not something I would inflict on anyone's child.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Books for Kids: Bubbles: Big Stink in Frog Pond (Children’s Book, Picture Books, Preschool Books, Baby Books, Kids Books, Ages 3-5): Children's Picture Book Kindle Edition Colorful children's story about a frog named Bubbles. The trouble in Frog Pond was all his fault.He stinks and the others do not like it, one bit. One suggested he eat different bugs. One good thing he discovers is he can scare the boys away from catching frogs-because he smells SO bad.Cute story.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The frog Bubbles was named because of his "problem"! His friends finally had enough of his "problem" so demanded he leave.Although sad, Bubbles complied with their request but not for long! Many Toddlers and early elementary age children will delightin all Bubbles does to eliminate his "problem". They will also discover problems can be turned to a positive action as well.The author writes the unusual tale in simple, slightly humorous language, while Fran Riddell, the Illustrator, equally presents a simple, yet colorful,presentation with water colors.The Title and Book Cover are very well done and fits the story well.The only problem I have is the appropriateness of the subject matter presented in this manner for little ones.*This book was sent to me in exchange for an HONEST review, of which I have given.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Its a very short story, but the feeling and imagery are very powerful.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An excellent story to which most of us can probably relate in one way or another. "The Trestle" is a short story about two boys looking for adventure, and finding it on an old railroad bridge. The emotion and psychological impact are apparent in the young men's different struggles, as they individually decide how much risk is too much, and how far loyalty should actually take them. The non-existent bridge in "The Trestle" is the author's creation, based on an actual structure. I suspect that the boys' adventure on that bridge is the author's creation, based on a long ago adventure of his own.
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A Stairway to Danger - Ben Woodard
CHAPTER
One
Will rolled the body over with his boot. An arm flopped in the water and the face pointed directly at Tom. A face with no eyes. Tom sucked in his breath and staggered back. He slumped to his knees staring at the ground.
Fish ate em,
Will said, toeing the body.
Tom’s stomach rolled like the back of a hay wagon, and the taste of bile filled his mouth. His breath came in short gasps as his mind raced back to that narrow staircase four years ago. He felt those walls closing in again. Sweat rolled down the nape of his neck. He bent over, gagged, and threw up. He wanted to empty out all his guilt and self-loathing onto the rocky hillside.
His face is all eat up, but he looks like the Deputy.
Will said. He's been missing a couple of days. We better tell the Sheriff.
Tom couldn’t answer. He wanted to run. Run and not stop. Run north until he collapsed somewhere on the way to Cincinnati. He had to get away. Now.
Will slipped his arms under Tom's armpits and hefted him up like a sack of potatoes. Let's get outta here. I'm getting kinda sick myself.
The yellow sky darkened to purple as they edged past the body and moved along the bank, following the river back toward Shakertown. Tom looked away from the bloated corpse and tried not to breathe. The stench filled the night air suffocating the musty smells of the river and forest. Tom didn’t recognize the Deputy, but he recognized death. He had hoped coming to the farm would help him forget what happened at Grandfather’s, but reminders were everywhere.
As they picked their way through the mud and rocks along the bank, Tom’s thoughts swirled in his head. Since leaving the farm in the early afternoon, they’d searched for gold. Shaker gold. Not a dead body.
Ever since Will first mentioned the story of the Shakers hiding their gold during the Civil War, Tom had pestered him to hunt for it. They had slogged down the creek after finishing their farm chores hoping to be home before dark. But caves and crevasses took time to search and now it would be after ten before they reached Shakertown.
Then they’d have to find somebody in the village with a phone to call the Sheriff. Mr. Glancy at the corner store had one, and Tom’s uncle, but Uncle Davis’s house was further away. Few people in the small village needed, or wanted, a telephone.
Tom shook his head trying to forget the image of the dead Deputy. Seeing the body brought back a memory he’d tried to forget.
Will interrupted his thoughts. What’s on your mind, little cuz?
The Deputy. Seeing the body sure got to me. Could you tell what killed him?
Naw, I didn’t look that close. I only seen one other body. Feller fell off a barn roof. Nobody found him for a couple of days. He wasn’t eat up like this one, but he stunk bad. I had to help carry him to the wagon.
I’d rather forget about bodies. Let’s talk about the gold,
Tom said.
Don't get your hopes up. The story of Shaker gold has been around for years and lots of folks have searched for it. They say that the Shakers hid it during the Civil War so none of the armies could get it. Strange people, not marrying or nothing, but good businessmen and they made a bunch of money. Daddy said he and your daddy looked everywhere when they were boys. Nobody found nothing.
Tom sighed.
That don't mean it ain't here. You got ideas. Mostly crazy ones, but sometimes you're right. If anybody could find the gold, you could.
I’d like to,
said Tom. And use the money to get out of town. Not much chance of that happening though.
They both got quiet concentrating on their footing in the dark. Debris from the river and rocks from the palisade cliffs littered the ground. Tom grunted as he climbed through fallen tree limbs and logs wiping the cobwebs off his face. Finally, the sound of water pouring over the lock dam reached them. Shaker Landing and the road to Shakertown were near.
As they passed the lock, Tom noticed a large, dark shadow on the other side of the river. Is that the barge?
Yeah. Ain’t seen it before. Heard people talking about it. Nobody seems to know if it was brought here or if it’s a derelict.
And nobody tried to find out?
Everybody ain’t as nosy as you.
Curious. Not nosy.
Whatever you want to call it.
Tom stiffened. Look,
he said. A light, on the barge.
I don’t see nothing.
An icy chill wormed its way down Tom’s spine. I swear there was a light, Will,
he said. And there’s something weird about that barge.
What?
I ...,
Tom hesitated.
Will grabbed his arm. Spit it out. What did you see?
Only a light, but the barge is supposed to be deserted. Why is someone there with a light? Do you think that barge could have something to do with the Deputy’s death?
Huh? Another one of your hunches?
Maybe.
Most of the time you’re wrong.
Tom rubbed his chin. Probably this time too, but I’d like to find out why that rusty old thing is here.
Not much chance of that. We got too much farm work to do.
As Tom brushed aside branches and slogged again toward the Landing, Will yanked him back, finger to his lips.
What?
Tom whispered as Will pulled him behind a boulder. Seconds later bushes near them rustled. The two crouched low as a silhouette emerged out of the murk in front of them. A huge man lumbered towards them. Tom’s stomach lurched as the dark figure passed within inches of their hiding place. They waited, frozen, until they could no longer hear a noise above the sound of the water. Slowly, Will straightened and glanced around.
Who do you think that was?
Tom asked panting.
Will let out a soft whistle. Never seen anybody that big around here. Scary looking.
Tom exhaled softly. You think that giant had something to do with the Deputy’s death?
I don’t know. What’s with you? First the barge, and now this guy. Forget it. It was just an accident.
Maybe,
said Tom, but there’s lots of strangers around. Something’s happening.
A new business, Daddy said. He didn’t know what.
Why start a business in this backwater?
asked Tom.
Why not? Shakertown’s not a bad place. You only been here three months. Give it a chance. And, think about it, we have the river and the railroad. The Shakers thought it was a great place for their business.
See what it got them. They’re all gone, and now your family owns a hunk of their old land.
"What do you mean, your family? It’s yours, too."
Tom was quiet. Yeah,
But only Will seemed like family. Will’s father, Uncle Davis, hardly spoke to him, and he never saw Aunt May. Since his arrival at the farm, he’d spent every day going to school and working on the farm. Every night he and Will slept in the attic of the West Lot house. Unless he could get a little money, that was going to be his life. Will liked it. He didn’t.
C’mon,
said Will as he scrambled up on the road. Let’s get outta here before that guy comes back.
As he followed his cousin, Tom glanced back at the dark shadow of the barge. A light blinked. The chill in his bones returned.
Something was going on down there. Something bad.
CHAPTER
Two
The next morning, Tom yawned as he shuffled behind Will through the knee-high pasture grass. After reaching town last night, they’d pounded on the door of the General Store waking Mr. Glancy who lived in the back. The storekeeper called the Sheriff who rounded up some men to get the body.
The lawman kept the boys at the store past midnight asking them questions. Tom was surprised by the Sheriff’s appearance. He had seen the officer in Nicholasville a year or so before. The man looked different now—worse. Crows feet framed his eyes and his lips set in a tight grimace. And he picked at his fingernails while talking. He had ignored their mention of the mysterious stranger.
As they neared the village, Tom jerked wide awake. Laughter and yelling grabbed his attention. A husky boy in mud-covered overalls shoved an old Negro man while two other boys stood by snickering.
Junior Baker is acting up again,
said Will.
Why are they picking on that old man?
Because they can. Junior is a bully and a coward. Just like his dad, Leon.
Come on, let's stop them. We can handle those guys.
Nah, don't get involved. Can't go helping out a Negro against a white man no matter what he’s doing. People wouldn’t like it.
As they watched, a redheaded whirlwind in a blue dress charged out of a nearby house and rushed up to the tall boy and jabbed her finger in the big kid's chest.
Tom stood open-mouthed. He’d never seen Helen quite like this.
Will chuckled. Junior’s met his match now.
The three boys backed away from the girl’s onslaught, and the elderly man limped down the street. Helen’s hands flew to her hips and she glared at the retreating boys.
Who’s the old man?
asked Tom. I saw him the first time I went into town.
Jefferson.
Is that his first or last name?
I don’t know. Everybody just calls him Jefferson.
I’m glad Helen stopped them.
Tom gawked at the girl, then noticed Will’s smirk. Tom’s ears reddened.
Why don't you ask her out?
asked Will.
Who?
Don't give me that,
said Will. I know you're sweet on her. You look at her like a wide-eyed puppy staring at a steak bone.
Haven't got time. Your dad will be working me to death the next three months with school out. And I’ve got to do a good job.
"Don’t worry, he ain’t gonna kick you out. He loves having another unpaid hand. He'll let us off