Excerpt from The Wanderlust, SBW Promotions, 2015. Copies available only from the author.

    Walter Morgan had a bad case of the wanderlust. Way befo’ he ever finished grade school, he'd been to visit more parts of the state of South Carolina than the post office had ever heard tell about. Once, when his ma whipped him for wanderin’ off, Walter told her, “Sometimes my feets git real itchy and the only way to ease the itch is to walk down the road a piece. After a while, the walkin’ feel so good I jist can’t stop.” Ever’body laffed the Sunday his ma related that story at church. She didn't, ‘cause she weren’t none too fond of rollin’ stones. . . .   
    Now, wanderin’s a tolerable habit for a man with no strings attached, but after Walter married Mae Witherspoon, the preacher’s daughter, everbody expected him to settle down — ‘specially Mae and her Daddy. And for near 'bout two years, Walter did. He worked real steady in the saw mill and went no further than the Santee River. But many's the time I seen him sittin’ on that river bank, pluckin’ on his guitar and starin’ off to’ards where the river flowed.