As Mika drove up the winding road further into the mountains, I thought of the episodes of Southern Justice that my ex-husband loved to watch. Those officers had been driving into these hollows to stop fights or address folks who were drunk and disorderly, and there was always shouting and tears. I hoped we weren’t making our way into the same.
Southern JusticeWhile Mika drove, I looked up the Sutherlands’ place on the county GIS site, and it looked to be pretty near the top, where the views were prettiest. But on a road like this that hadn’t been bought out with people whose wealth afforded them not only the view but also the wherewithal to build, the living was hard. Historically, people had moved far up into the mountains so they could be left alone. Often that desire had been fueled b
