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Web-e-Books® Releases Yellow Jacket Nursery, a Novel by Richard M. Baker, Jr.

Young Married Couple Fends off Home Attack by Gang of Juveniles

MEDIA RELEASE – Yellow Jacket Nursery, a novel by Richard M. Baker, Jr., is being released on Web-e-Books® as part of a rare collection of Baker’s newly edited novels. The Tri-Screen Connection, LLC, publisher and distributor of the e-book, is providing the technology platform and online shopping website for Yellow Jacket Nursery as an e-book.

Written in the summer of 1964, Yellow Jacket Nursery captures a point in time when a booming, recreation-seeking population prompted some landowners to restrict access to private lakeside sanctuaries where trespassers were no longer the occasional, friendly fisherman grilling a fresh catch under the pines.

Maine-native Baker grounds the story in the well-intentioned Randalls, young new owners and renovators of a long neglected, rural Maine home. A firm enforcer of property rights, Bruce Randall posts no-trespassing signs on the path to his private lake beach, literally drawing a clear acreage line in the sand in an area where the unspoken rule among locals and visitors had been easy, respectful access to a seemingly limitless space of natural abundance.

Richard M. Baker, Jr. spins Yellow Jacket Nursery like a campfire story minus the exaggerated creatures whipped up to terrify kids on tent cots after dark. In Yellow Jacket Nursery, a classic conflict of strict property management versus traditionally free access boils over into violent trespass and territorial dispute. The fear here is real, a dark-sided, vengeful attack by local vandals on “outsiders” trying to stake a home in Maine’s serene woods.

Yellow Jacket Nursery dramatizes the struggle between private and public rights with roll up your sleeves action that exposes the nerve endings of our social civility as sides are drawn and fence-straddling attitudes are tested. Nuisance generates a will to protect - in this case by stinging back hard at the enemy.

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Priced at US $5.95 - read on-line, no download or installation required.

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“My room was full of flying glass, then water, coming from straight ahead, sweeping across my desk. Stunned, I thought: Bomb blast!”

“You’re fightin’ mad, I can tell. Don’t blame you a bit. I’d be too. But I’d close the road and let the sheriff handle the rest.”

“I started to walk toward the farmhouse when suddenly, in the woods across the road behind me, I heard a faint cracking noise, stopped and half-turned to listen….For another instant, I shivered, sure that someone or something was there.”

“I began to eat faster, and soon, I was finished, eager to find a relaxed atmosphere, spend a day in which there would be no violent problems to torment me.”

“With the palm of his hand, he smacked the top of the electric percolator into place and plugged in the cord. The sharp noise drew my attention to him and off the gun. He turned and stood for a moment with a hand in the back pocket of his jeans. Once, he glared at me, his deep eyes angry.”