The Bloodroots Barter

  • folk
  • americana

Deep in the coal-heart of Kentucky there is a ravine, one among many, and running through it a stream. You can cross by an old wooden bridge, covered and screened. Crossing, you might meet a yellow dog, yellow wiry hair. Her name is Roamona, and she won't bite. If you walk on a bit, there's a cabin. A shack, really. It once belonged to a carpenter, a furniture maker famous in his own way. He was called Sherman, and he's been dead for a long time. In the autumn, you might see a deer-hide tanning

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