Scouts’ Honor

Dead bodies hadn’t been all that common at Boy Scout Camp Matulia. Not that camp injuries didn’t occur with relentless regularity. In fact, Camp Matulia, nestled in the rugged, forested, relentlessly hilly southwestern corner of Missouri, was an accident waiting to happen. Consider the odds. Four hundred and fifty young teenagers from big Kaioga City, one hundred miles to the north on the bend of the Missouri River, arriving every other Monday for a twelve-night camping session. Of course mishaps occurred. Thanks to one tenacious journalist who returns to the story decades later, the death of Boy Scout Harry Vincent would wreak havoc on the lives of those who tried to put the death behind them but cannot escape the heavy hand of their nightmarish past.