I seen Mean Ol Harley Spears in front of Bickum’s Hardware loading his buckboard with supplies. He saw me looking at him and yelled, “What are you looking at? How bout I come over there and send you home with something broken?”
I hollered back, “No, thank you. I don’t believe I’d like that.” I knew I could take him cause of my CIA training, but then I remembered four things: 1. That instruction was…