Court spent the day packing up their meager supplies. Once it would’ve taken him months to pack everything he owned in anticipation of moving, but now all he owned could be condensed into a small backpack. Two pairs of jeans, including the pair he wore. A handful of underwear, some undershirts, a few T-shirts, socks. The only shoes he owned were the sneakers on his feet, and with winter on the way, he’d eventually have to snag something heavier to wear over his arms, but summer still sweltered this time of the year in Virginia, and if they were heading farther south, he thought he wouldn’t need to worry about a coat, or even long sleeves, for another couple weeks, at least.
How long would it take to walk to Sumter? He wasn’t sure. Immediately after Jeanie had died, Court enlisted Ronnie’s
