Across the yard she came. In her hands she carried a pitch fork taller than she was. I don't know who was more frightened, the lady or me. "I just wanted to get to know you", I said, as I shook from head to toe and stared at the hatchet sticking up out of the ground just three feet away. I was also trying to disregard the yapping dogs who were tied with rope to the front porch. They were ready to have me served up for their dinner.
Needless to say, traveling the backroads can be risky business, but I have been amazed at the warmth of the rural folks I meet. Emma and I became friends that day. She told me a little about herself and I left, promising to come back soon. I have a great book I want to take to her.
same kind of different As me
authors Ron Hall and Denver Moore