Deer season is like a holiday in Athens. This is one of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape this town.
One by one, our friends step onto the porch, down the steps, and make their way to the barn. The faint strains of guitar drift from the front. I places a kiss upon Adrian's cheek before I follow the path of those before me.
As I descend the farmhouse steps, I realize I am walking toward the makeshift altar where Hamilton will be standing with Winston and the guys. I try my best to mask my fear. I knew someday I would be face to face with Hamilton. I was not prepared for it to be today.
I round the barn, taking in the first sight of Adrian and Winston's family and friends. They sit upon the quilts we cushioned the top of hay bales with to make the rows of seats. As the sun begins to f
