Turkey Day Roadkill In Peckerwood Hollows

From Taryn Brodwater’s blog, The Skinny On North Idaho:

It’s the first snow. We saw it coming yesterday when the chimney smoke disappeared into a sky the color of a dingy work shirt and the temperature hovered between pucker up and goose pimples. Just in time for the Holidays. The next morning two pickup tracks cut the fresh snow on the gravel road like a travois. It was neighbors going to work. I’m on my way down the mountain too and rounding the second corner under a dawn sky like tallow when a rig comes my way. I veer right. The driver doesn’t even tug at the wheel. I see the cigarette glow in the cab and three figures hunched shoulder to shoulder inside. I can almost smell the stale beer from last night’s tonk at the honks. The men have rifles between their legs/ Ralph Bartholdt , St. Maries Gazette-Record.

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