Black­jack and Scar­let

Room Magazine - - CON­TENTS - VANESSA LENT

Back in Tal­ladega, be­fore the feds moved in, when it was still wild and dan­ger­ous, Black­jack and Scar­let ran the place.

They thrived in the dry, acid soil of Alabama. They’d lure in the log­gers, with her ruby burst. Then Black­jack would taunt them to take him first and dull the em­bar­rassed axes while Sumac and Sweet­fern and Bay­berry shook and laughed un­der­neath.

By the time the chain­saws threat­ened with re­lent­less teeth the gov­ern­ment ran the place and things got tame, grew out, got busy.

Black­jack swore un­til the day he crashed down with sur­pris­ing si­lence, that he’d have ripped those roar­ing bul­lies to shreds and Scar­let would com­fort yes, yes as she cov­ered him with claret kisses.

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