Driving along through all the cotton fields, I finally see brush country.? As the vibrant colors fade and I start to see running water everywhere, I feel comforted because when I was growing up, I often spent most of my time fishing in the creek behind my grandpa’s house.? I can already tell that I like this place.? It feels like home.
Wishing that I could take some time and just enjoy the area, I know full well that there is a man hunt on for me and my single goal in life before I die is to get ahold of her scrawny neck and sever it from her body.? At least then I know that no one else will be afflicted by the devastation and sorrow she leaves behind her.? Several times already, I have been almost caught and each time I saw a hint of her red hair.?
It often keeps me up at night wo
