"Come on inside," Fontenot said. Fontenot was not a man for metal trailer homes. His shack was an authentic wooden one, a broken-backed structure of cedar and board-and-batten, with gray wooden shingles on top, and spiderwebbed monster pilings beneath. The old shack had been dragged to the water’s edge, and reassembled on-site without much professional care. The door squealed and shuddered off its jamb as it opened. Inside, the crack-shot wooden floors dipped visibly.