“Why do I gotta stay up here?”“You know why.” Billy set a white ceramic jug in the back of the Yamaha ATV. “Someone’s gotta watch the still ’til we get everything moved. I gotta get this load packed an’ ready for Pa to take to Atlanta. That leaves you.”“Why can’t you stay? I can drive th’ four-wheeler.”“I know you can, Bubba. That ain’t it an’ you know it.” Billy stretched. He took off his camouflage patterned ball cap and scratched his head. “It’s jus’ that with all these strangers out’n th’ woods Pa don’t wanna take no chances. B’sides, las’ time you drove y’flipped th’ trailer an’ busted three bottles o’ shine. It cost almost three hunnert dollars t’fix th’ front wheel an’ fender. I thought Pa was gonna skin you alive. He don’ wanna take no chances this time.”“That warn’t my fault an’ you know it.” Bubba protested. “No one coulda seen that tree limb under all those leaves. It was an accident. It coulda happened to anyone, even you.”“Pa ain’t blamin’ you.
