Blackjack and Scarlet
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.