Thirty Miles South Of Dry County - Plot & Excerpts
But I guess it’s just your poor luck that you happen to say howdy and set yourself down here where my old friend used to sit and where nobody but me sits no more. Even worse luck that you answered me when I asked where you was goin’, ‘cause if you’d said anyplace else, I’d have let you hop in that nice-lookin’ Dodge of yours and be on your way.I know what you’re thinkin’ too, case you think I don’t. You see, I been around some, so while I might look to you like nothin’ but an old fart keepin’ watch like there’s somethin’ to see in this dusty nowhere thirty miles south of Dry County, and wearin’ away the paint on a bench that’s been here about as long as I have, all that watchin’ means I’ve seen some things, the kinds of things you’re gonna see for yourself unless you have a change of heart.Now I don’t need to know your name. Won’t change the way I tell the story, or alter any the fact that it needs tellin’, so you can keep that to yourself. Guess you don’t need to know mine either, but I’ll tell you anyway.
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