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AGANASTI CREEKS, TN
1It’d been risin’ now for hours. Ain’t two creeks anymore, just one surgin’ flow, and it’s fightin’ like a hognose snake to take the valley over. Not a month ago they all were down at the store desperate between offerin’ me their most cherished goods or brandishin’ a knife to put through my throat, all the tactics they could muster, beggin’ me to stop the destruction. Those days of kinship and bliss were under the rough cracked wheels of the apple cart now.
Boss Bean, a short, wide man with an even wider sense of importance, who passed for whatever a sleepy town would need in a mayor, had me cornered by the counter sayin’ along with a fair amount of spittle, ‘Ama, you got the power to lead them off. Just start walkin’ and don’t stop till you lead them devils out th
