Bull dogs with rubber teeth
Out 'N The Woods Again
January 2, 2020
Summers up on Rumble Creek work'n for the Berners sometimes had a story. Doc, ya know, had a heart of gold, God rest his soul. Anyway, he told me when he was a lad they lived within walking distance of the railroad. Sometimes a hobo would show up at the back door and gently knock. They always knew it was a hobo by that type of knock. His mom always had something for them to eat. They'd stand there with tattered hat in hand and basically be ashamed of liv'n.
"Would ya--could ya-well maybe--I mean". His mom would give him whatever she had at the time.
I read a book years ago called "Hashknife...