The Premature Passing of Howdy Blanks
The Premature Passing of Howdy BlanksIt was 4:00 a.m. when Clayton Crats came pounding on my front door and hollering as if to wake the dead. “Howdy Blanks killed himself,” he yelled. “He did it right this time. Get up, Link, and come take a look.”
Now, any farmer in Goetzville will tell you, you don’t go yapping and carrying on and waking a man from a sound sleep unless you’re looking for trouble. Especially when it’s a hot September night with nary a star to brighten the sky and the harvest moon is hidden behind the clouds. So when I heard Clay’s scratchy voice breaking into my nice dreams about Diamond Lil, I sat bolt upright in the bed and thought my whole dang place was going up in flames. I reached for my britches and almost knocked myself out
