Red dust settles around me as the gunshot reverberates across the valley, shaking leaves off of their branches and rattling the eardrums off of any creature around.
Billy is at it again.
He just can’t help himself.
Says to dad that he’s helping farmer Kel with culling the ‘roo’s on his land, but I know he’s just out here shooting for the hell of it.
Can’t blame him really. Suppose there’s not much else for an 11 year old to do around here.
Our Billy has troubles, you know. The kind dad says will kill him young.
He was right.
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What the Moon-Eyed People Left Behind
The story goes that before the Cherokee came to the Appalachian Mountains; there lived a race of pale people who could only see at night. They had large, round eyes sensitive to daylight, and they built stone walls and earthworks across the valleys. When the Cherokee arrived, they drove the Moon-Eyed People west, and that was that. The pale night-dwellers vanished, and the Cherokee claimed the land.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
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