Part Four: The Deadeye

“Momma, I’m going hunting,” Sid called out from the front door. “Okay, son. Be careful.” Grace responded from the bedroom. His momma always told him to be careful. And she probably would until her dying day. “I will, momma.” “Your father will be home from town soon. I’ll have supper ready not long after.” “Yes,Continue reading “Part Four: The Deadeye”