The Day I Died

Sometimes a fellow will go to great extremes to find out something he wants to know. That's what I, Jake Turner, did when I fell head-over-heels in love with a little mountain gal.

She was prettier than a blue tick hound's ear, and as brown as a ripe pawpaw, with hair the color of a crow's feather. I met her at a barn dance over at Crooner Ridge. While most of the other gals were square dancing with their boyfriends, she was standing alone, against the side of the barn. The first thing I asked was her name, and she told me, 'Rosy Freeman.' She was twenty years old, close to my age of twenty-one.

It seemed that the love bug had bit me right in the butt! She was just too pretty not to fall in love with, but like most good things that come into a man's life, there is always something that stands in the way. And that "something" was called Arnold Bishop. Turns out the two of them had been a couple for years, ever since they'd attended the one-room schoolhouse just outside of Muddy Fork. I had dropped out of school in order to help my pa tend to the corn crops, so that gave old Arnold the edge on me.

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Stanley McQueen
Lektorat: Valerie Byron
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.12.2012
ISBN: 978-3-7309-0661-3

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