The River Remembers What the Land Forgets
The River Remembers What the Land Forgets The Greyhound bus died on Highway 61 outside of Natchez with a sound like something giving up. Tommy Mercer watched it from the trunk of his Ford -- a '48 sedan that had seen better decades -- smoking a cigarette and looking at the cypress swamp that stretched east toward the river. The trees stood in the water, their knees sticking up like the knuckles...
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