You could sometimes hear the red wolves howling and howl in response, pretending yourself wild and the last of your kind.
All that remains of Buffalo City itself are scattered debris, rotting railroad ties, and rusting rails but at one time Russian was spoken here as commonly as English.
Sidney Creek lies only ¾ mile from my house on the shore of Chocowinity Bay, but the short paddle is a transition between worlds.
Distilling whiskey didn’t become moonshining until after the Civil War; then it became an overtly political act.
There is only one tree with knees and no one knows why.
It’s not the first or even the second mistake that kills you, but the third in a row.