GRAVEL

WALT KEENE was a simple man with a simple racket — door-to-door driveway gravel, two cents the pound, hand-graded, delivered with a smile and a hat tip. Then he knocked on the wrong screen door in the wrong town in the wrong week of August 1962 — and the woman who answered was VIVIENNE LARK, sole proprietress of LARK & DAUGHTER LIMESTONE, the rival quarry on the other side of the Cuyahoga, and the dame had a smile like a chipped flagstone!

Suddenly Walt's pickup is FOLLOWED. His invoices come back STAMPED. The Rotary Club won't take his calls! Somebody is dumping wet shale on his accounts and somebody else — somebody in a tangerine sheath — keeps appearing at his motel-room door at half past eleven with a thermos of bourbon-laced coffee and a proposition that would make the parish priest swallow his cigar!

Can a humble gravel man hold his ground when the LIMESTONE QUEEN has her sights on his routes — and his heart? Can love bloom in the dust of a working pit? Find out tonight — under the porch light — in the most aggregate romance of the year!