Chapter 5
The feed and farm supply hadn’t changed much since Kyle left Eden’s Ridge. Scents of earth and leather and gardening chemicals slapped him in the face as he stepped inside the tin-roofed building behind Granddaddy, bringing to mind countless trips here from childhood and, later, his teen years. The black man behind the counter had a little more gray in his close-cropped hair, but his booming voice was still the same as he called out, “What the heck happened to you, Roy?”
Granddaddy crutched his way over to a chair near the register, where a cluster of other old-timers were lingering over little Styrofoam cups of black coffee. “It was the damnedest thing.”
Stan came out from behind the register and brought him a cup of coffee himself. “Looks nasty. Is it broken?”
“By the grace
