An average country boy in less than average circumstances. Enjoy.. ****** A thick coat of dust roiled out the rear end of my truck as I flew down the dirt road toward the old farmhouse. I knew she was back there somewhere choking on the blinding cloud trying to feel her way to the same destination. The bartender back at the bar knew I was pissed. She saw it in my eyes when I threw the cash on the table and glared at the b***h sitting across from me. The old white house sat up on the hill among a cluster of giant oak trees. My grandfather left me this place several years ago when I was just 16 years old. There wasn't anybody else to leave it to that he felt would ever take care of it properly. It was built in 1840 and survived the War Between the States without any lasting damage after the
