Friday, October 5, 2012


Times was tough all around, what with the economy. But especially for Grandpappy.

The harvest hadn’t come in proper, and we’d been missing payment on the mortgage. We’d get to it when we could, but for the moment....

So I guess it ought not to’ve surprised us when the fella from the bank came by.

He told Grandpappy that, unless he came up with the money, the bank’d take his farm, all legal-like, nothing to do about it.

So Grandpappy shot him.

It didn’t help, but every time we visited him in prison Grandpappy’d tell us how satisfying it felt…

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