Muninn's Memories

Tommy Lee’s Tract

Near the top of Copperhead Ridge, I helped Mabel Ann down from the truck. Forty acres of our own, a wedding gift from Pa.

I taught Mabel to malt barley, crush corn, add yeast, and strain. She’d taught me so much more. Green earth was wondrous; stars made me weep; nothing compared to Mabel’s belly swelling under my hand.

Must have been the distillation smoke. A man wearing a pistol on his hip and a badge had handcuffed Mabel, too heavy to run. Home from hunting, I raised my Winchester. There’s right and there’s wrong.

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photo credit: Tim Livingston