He’s been through countless trucks, motorcycles, guns, hounds, his one time shot at religion, and a Boy Scout troop he offered to lead and then, dumped in his assistant’s lap.
All my life I’ve been looking over my shoulder for my sister. We were inseparable until she stepped into the Guyandotte River, plunged into a current, and drowned. I stood on the bank, frozen. She bobbed up once, her face frozen, too, but for her eyes. She knew what was happening. I ran for Daddy, and then the men came with the dogs. They found her body on a sandbar near Branchland, her feet tangled in brush.