by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I’m gettin’ to like this place. America, I mean. And if for no other reason than it’s not a thing like one big happy family.
Take the Burlsons. Jake Burlson was about as mean an old man as Coonridge has ever tolerated. He was crooked as a dog’s hind leg and absolutely lived his life to beat somebody out of a nickel.