J.T. Crawford

Hillbilly Stills

2012 July/August Edition

 

Willie Green piled the hickory logs high on the tiny wooden cart hitched to his horse, Buddy. He could barely see in the dark of the night, but the moon cast just enough light to get by. He heaved the last log on top of the pile, walked up to Buddy’s head, rubbed the old horse on the nose, and said, “Well friend, here we go.” 

 

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