“Didn’t never say I’d kill the man. ‘Course, never said I wouldn’t, neither. Y’see, I got a mind to git out and see this country one day, Saxon. Ain’t never gwine leave these hills ferever, but thur’s a passel o’ thangs I don’t know nothin’ about. And who knows? Maybe whilst I’m a-travelin’, I’ll come acrost ole Barton Winslow. The world’s big, but thur’s only so many places a man can hide.”

“Didn’t never say I’d kill the man. ‘Course, never said I wouldn’t, neither. Y’see, I got a mind to git out and see this country one day, Saxon. Ain’t never gwine leave these hills ferever, but thur’s a passel o’ thangs I don’t know nothin’ about. And who knows? Maybe whilst I’m a-travelin’, I’ll come acrost ole Barton Winslow. The world’s big, but thur’s only so many places a man can hide.”

— Rebecca Paisley