The Hound of Harlan County
The Hound of Harlan CountyThe rain in Harlan County did not fall so much as it seeped, a slow grey intrusion that turned roads to soup and made every wooden floor groan. Jasper Hock stood in his doorway watching it, his long face turned up to the sky the way dogs looked for meat. His face was long the way a donkey's was long—same kind of joke the town told.He was twenty-eight, worked at the...
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