Momma worked real hard to take care of me and the girls. We got by on bits of lard and hand me down shoes. Daddy was too fond of trains and tequila. He spent my formative years hoppin the Sante Fe and crossin down through El Paso. He claimed it was for work - bruises was all he brought back. Liked them trains and tequila so much he died by em - bottle in hand a few yards from the tracks. We carried on and I took charge of the twelve gauge. The girls got the hell out soon as they could and I stuck around to help Momma. Carpal Tunnel got her real good and my two good hands were barely enough for all the chores. After spreading her ashes I took the ol Plymouth as far north as she'd go. Got me a whole new life now!