Fin'ly I'm gon back ta Def'ance Rasslin. I done been rasslin wiff my buddy ole Teddy Alexander ova in at'ere Empire Pro Rasslin. We won em'ere EPW World Tag Team Titles. We was kindly a semi big deal, I rekon. Howev'r we loss tha King o' tha Cage triple threat tag match ta tha Dirk Dickwood Presents an at ole igna'nt Karl Brown of tha Amazin Drag'ns.

Now'at I'm back in ole Def'ance Imma be teamin wiff Tom an Justin against Team Sloan. It looks like tha ole Good Fight gots anoth'r win ready fer tha books. I ain't sayin they's bad er nuttin but we's a lot bett'r.

I knows'at mos people round here dunno what ta thank of ole Justin Voss ain't gon ta be good fer tha Good Fight but I rekon if'n anyone can change he can. He ain't a bad feller, he's jus a bad arse in gen'ral an can kick butt wiff tha rest of'em.

Imma hopin'at we be able ta put a hurtin on ole Team Slown. I've hear'd of Mr. Mike Slown, he was'a champeen round'em early 2000's I rekon. He was kindly a late bloom'r if'n tha stories i've hear'd er true. I thank he was'a dark horse in ev'ry match he was'a ev'r in. He was nev'r in tha same league as Christian Light er Eric Dane. He was'a like ole divis'n 2 an'em fellers was divis'n 1 er so they say.

~

I was happy ta be back home in good ole Harlan County but fer tha first time in a few months I'm sad. Ya see since I been busy an away from tha farm maw an paw had ta get an ole helper. It ain't tak'em too long ta find'im, it was Mr. Ellis's step-son Amos. Paw says he's slower'an molasses but he gets tha job done.

I kindly feel like theys tryin ta push me out but I know it ain't that but I can't help but keep it in tha back of ma ole noggin.

Maybe I could go live wiff ole Teddy, maybe I could stay wiff ole Kim, I could get ma own place, er maybe I'll live in a Def'ance movin truck from now on.

~

Todays the first day that Sam Jr. has been home and has gotten to see Amos working on the farm with Big Sam. Sam Jr.'s still weary of this whole Amos situation but he's keeping his mouth glued shut about it for now.

"Boy, grab'at shov'l an come get'is clump a crap an throw it inta that ditch ya dug yest'rdey." Big Sam yelled to Amos.

Sam Jr. just looked on and let out a little 'hough' and rolled his eyes.

Desperate to help his paw and gain back more if not all of his paw's attention Sam Jr. makes the first step. "Whatcha need me ta do paw?"

Big Sam looked around the yard to see what might need to be done.

"Uh, I don see nuttin fer ya ta do right off Junior. Wontcha go in tha house an see if'n ya maw needs somethin done." Big Sam yelled back.

"Help ma maw!?!?" Sam Jr. said under his breath in disgust.

Big Sam's never told Sam Jr. to go in the house to help his maw. It's a whole new world to Sam Jr., the world of woman's work.

Sam opened the screen door and walked into the house. "Maw?" Sam bellowed.

"Yea Junior, whatcha need?" Susan asked.

"Paw sent me in here ta see if ta need any help in here, he's busy wiff Amos an said he ain't got no work fer me. Do you?" Sam asked.

Susan looked around the kitchen and stared at the sink full of dirty dishes. She didn't want to emasculate him by getting him to do the dishes but if that's all she could find then that was it.

"Well Junior, all I can find are dishes an I know ya don wanna do'em." Susan said.

Sam shook his head no.

"Would ya wanna bring in sum jars of corn, beans, pickles an a jar of shine so I can make ma 'End of tha Dirt Road Chili'?" Susan asked'em.

Sam nodded. "Yea I'll get'em. Ya knows I'll do bout anythin fer'at chili." Sam said with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Sam left and headed down to the cellar.

"What tha..." Sam said as he opened the loose door and quickly lost his smile.

As Sam looked around he saw five or six empty mason jars. He didn't know what was in them, but he could figure it out.

"What happened in here?" Sam mumbled to himself. "I rekon we gots a big ole in our house."

He grabbed the jars he needed and went back up to the kitchen.

"Maw did ya know'at sum'em shine jars've been opened an drunk." Sam asked quickly.

"No." Susan said slowly and drawn out. "How many of'em was opened?"

"Bout five or six, I rekon." Sam said.

"Really now! They's only been one other person down'ere other than me an ya paw, an'ats Amos. I bet he don drunk all'em jars tha other day. I knew he was actin a mite strange." Susan replied.

Susan tossed her sponge into the sink, making a splash in the water and headed out the front door making a bee line straight to Big Sam and Amos as Sam Jr. lugged behind.

Sam Jr. could barely contain his excitement. This is what he was kinda hoping for, the firing of Amos.

Susan got a foot from Big Sam and Amos and had daggers in here eyes as she stared at Amos. "Amos, Imma gonna ask ya one time an one time only."

Amos was in shock but still nodded his head.

"Did ya drink shine from the cellar tha other day? An ya best not lie ta me." Susan said as she stared deep into his soul.

"Yessums Mrs. Susan, I did. Mr. Sam said I could have me couple jars over tha passed two weeks."

Big Sam nodded his head in agreement.

"I been drinkin bout half one a day so's I ain't get to drunk ta work fer y'alls. I quit drinkin it bout three days ago when I was so sloppy'at I was slurrin ma speech." Amos told her.

Susan was dropped from her mile high perch and blushed is disapproval of her actions.

"Oh...well...uh, I'm sorry Amos." Susan stuttered over her apology.

This wasn't good news for Sam Jr. He was so hoping the rid the Turner Farm of Amos today, but maybe Amos wasn't a bad guy, however Sam Jr. is jealous so he is a bad guy.

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