By the Shores of the Lake — Herbert Kastle

Zelda's Tavern was at the crossroads, and most of the local boys, farmers' sons and youngsters from the tiny town of Liggon's Falls, congregated there for a cold beer about eight o'clock each night. Sometimes they brought dates, but that was a rarity since the area was notoriously short of eligible females. That didn't include the summer vacationists from New York City, of course... And that's where the trouble started.