Pork Chops and Collard Greens


Hank Brewster stared down the barrel of his granddad’s J.C. Higgins 12 gauge pump shotgun. His white knuckled grip slightly slippery from nervous perspiration. It didn’t matter that it was holding a full magazine. A single round from the double-ought buckshot at twenty feet would do its job. Staring back was Billy Ray’s curled hammer double barrel, more than likely, loaded with the same load of shot from J. Frank’s hardware store. The fact that Hank was white and Billy Ray was black had never been an issue. Hank and Billy Ray had known each other since they were kids playing together down at the pulpwood yard over in Sattersville.