I was settling down for my Sunday afternoon nap when someone started pounding on my front door. It was not a friendly knock, and the face at the door, a big rough looking fellow, didn’t seem primed for pleasantries. “Are you the Jamison feller owns land on Pressley Creek?” “Yes,” I said. I live down […]
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