High in the backwoods 14 miles from the Tennessee River opposite Guntersville, Ala. lived 75-year-old Grandma Georgia LeMaster, a shrunken little woman writh a thin, still face and hands like corded leather. Mrs. LeMaster set great store by her grandson's shepherd dog, a big black mongrel named Nero. One day last week, Nero was disporting himself on the public highway. Along came Houston Sims, driving over Grassy Mountain in his car. There was a yelp, and when Mrs. LeMaster got to the road, Nero was dying in the dust.
Soon Sims's Brother Gordon...
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