As an Amazon Associate we earn from qualifying purchases.

Ham and Echo: Voyage of the Gordon Lighton

by M. Jay Williams

Ham & Echo: Voyage of the Gordon Lighton
Part of the Ham and Echo series:
  • Ham and Echo: Voyage of the Gordon Lighton
Editions:Kindle - First Edition: $ 5.49
Pages: 221
Hardcover - First Edition: $ 20.99
ISBN: 979-8876406828
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 251

A gripping tale of love, resilience, and the harsh realities that test the bonds of friendship in this M/M romantic twist of fate tragedy.

Ham and Echo have been buddies since they were ten years old. Ham is drafted into the army at nineteen, and Echo promptly enlists, promising to have his back. Eleven years post-war, Echo is still haunted by what he has seen and done in Vietnam.

Ham, now married with two sons, put the past behind him. Echo did not transition back to civilian life as easily. Determined to help Echo, Ham gets him into an anger management program and a job on the ship he works on, the Gordon Lighton. Echo finds he can no longer deny the intensifying feelings he has for Ham. He wonders if Ham could ever feel the same for him.

One stormy night aboard the Gordon Lighton, Echo unravels a sex trafficking scheme aboard the ship. The weather worsens, and the Gordon Lighton is subjected to the brutal onslaught of nature’s fury. The unthinkable question hangs palpably in the air. Will the Gordon Lighton weather the storm?

 

 

Excerpt:

Sitting in my car outside the Duluth Heights police station, I stared at the imposing building, mesmerized by the intimidating structure. Its cold concrete façade evoked an unsettling sensation, giving off an eerie sense of déjà vu. How many times had I found myself in this very spot, waiting to bail Echo out of yet another scrape?

The crumpled cigarette pack rested on the dashboard, its contents whispering promises of comfort. With a sigh, I grabbed the pack, extracting a cigarette. Lighting it granted a momentary distraction from the turmoil inside me. As the flame flickered, memories of our two-decade friendship replayed in my mind. My heart was weighed down by a blend of worry and acceptance, a result of dealing with Echo’s impulsive tendencies over the years.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, I reflected on how Echo’s life was a series of bad luck and strife. He had a knack for attracting trouble, an allure that drew both good and bad in equal parts.

READ MORE

Memories of our past danced through my mind, a reel of sleepovers, laughter, tears, late-night conversations, and having each other’s back in the war. Echo had always lived on the edge, a passionate spirit who refused to be confined by convention or caution. It was a quality that both worried and intrigued me, a quality that bound us together in a friendship that defied reason.

Reluctantly, I got out of the car and quickly zipped my jacket. The cold wind chilled me to my very core. I blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke and looked across the street at the Duluth Heights police station. I pursed my lips tightly, trying to steel my nerves before entering.

Echo, my best friend, wasn’t a bad person, not by any means. He used to be a funny, carefree, somewhat introverted type of guy. He was the type of guy who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. I miss that guy. Everything changed after our one-year stint in Vietnam. Who wouldn’t change after what we experienced over there? These days, Echo was a full-on loner who spent his time trying to drink his misery away.

I’ve known Echo since we were nine years old. He was the one who started calling me Ham. It had nothing to do with my unnatural love for pork. I like it as much as the next guy. The name is derived from my initials and has stuck for all these years.

A cold breeze slapped me in the face, causing me to shiver. I hate how cold Minnesota is in the fall and winter. I seriously considered moving my family out west as I looked up into the cloud-covered sky. I tossed the cigarette bud on the ground and stubbed it out with the tip of my shoe. I longed to live somewhere warm and sunny, anywhere other than Hermantown, Minnesota.

 

COLLAPSE

About the Author

I was born and raised in Southern New England. I have an interest in history. I am a college graduate, with a bachelor's degree in fine arts. The Hallowed Bloodline series started as a simple question in the back of my mind. I wondered if I was somehow thrown back in time would I consider changing the past?