The Calloway Land
The kudzu had won. That was the first thing Jeb Calloway noticed when he pulled his truck up to the Calloway property off Route 82, seventy miles south of Jackson. The second thing he noticed was that the house had lost a section of its southern porch and the third was that the cypress trees at the edge of the clearing looked like they were holding their breath. He sat in the truck for a while,...
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