The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre – Chapter 3

Read Chapter 2 here.


thumbnail_originalThe sky was bright and cloudless, and the sun lent a golden hue to the leaves, in full, colorful autumn splendor.

Richards stood at the top of Carnivale, the tallest and longest ski trail at Snow Pine Resort. Chairful after chairful of tourists paid $8 to ride up the shiny-new lift to the top of the hill, to look down over the colorful hills and valley below, and to down overpriced bottom-shelf Canadian beer. Continue reading “The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre – Chapter 3”

The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre – Chapter 1

Warrant Served On Quackenbush Road

thumbnail_originalLarry “Bucky” Green was a two-bit moonshiner with a rap sheet as long as a summer afternoon. Petty larceny, public drunkenness, public urination, illegal discharge of a firearm, and various other typical good-old-country-boy degenerate activities. There was one instance of felony assault (charges later dropped) in that thick folder of his. But, if anyone bothered to ask Sergeant Joe Johnson of the New York State Police, the guy on the bad end of that particular ass beating probably deserved it. But then again, nobody ever bothered to ask Johnson.

This was his turf, supposedly—the deep hills and back roads of central Cattaraugus County, New York. Populated by farmers in old houses, hillbillies and rural folk in single- and double-wide trailers, and effete ski freaks; tourists mostly, slumming it up with the locals in faux-rustic mansions scattered among the foreboding forested hills. Rumor was, even famed four-time-Super Bowl-losing-quarterback Jim Kelly had himself a big cabin out this way. The guy may not have had a ring, but he sure as hell had money. Continue reading “The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre – Chapter 1”

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