![]() ![]() She’d earned herself a cracked rib and a bloody nose. She had ended up taking the brunt of Troy’s wrath because she’d dared to defend her little brother. Paradoxical, the whole experience.Īme had ridden the four-wheeler that Troy used during hunting season until Zach had torn it up during an alcohol-induced rampage across the countryside with friends. ![]() When she was riding, she was paying homage to the earth while astride a two-ton machine. On a four-wheeler, you were free from your pedestrian self and, yet, completely connected to the world beneath your tires. ![]() It was, for example, addicting and liberating at the same time. She did, however, enjoy raising hell, and she was as devoted to riding a four-wheeler as any other kid within a twenty-mile radius of Snyder Farms.Īme had given some thought to the matter of four-wheeling, and she had discovered that it was a paradoxical pastime. Ame was not a redneck country kid she was a redheaded country witch. ![]() There are a lot of things that redneck country kids like to do: hunt, fish, screw, drink cheap beer, jack up their four-wheel drives, and raise hell. ![]()
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