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Cetus Wells had lived on Wells holler his entire life and the cabin he still lived in was built by his Great Great Grandfather on Sharps Creek some 120 years before. He knew every detail of the land and how to live in a place that had never seen a vehicle. There wasn't a passable road in 15 square miles.
Cetus was a bear of a man. His face hadn't seen a razor in years, and he was huge. He stood a full 6'8" tall and weighed in at about two hundred lbs. His body didn't hold an ounce of fat, and his sandy hair was more than a bit shaggy. His biceps were larger than most men's thighs and his thighs like hickory trunks.
He hunted and fished for his food, and on this quiet morning he was stalking a deer, when he heard a sound that he hadn't hear in more than a year, and never on his land, the soprano sound of of a woman's cries. He followed the sound and after a few minutes hiking walked up on the source of the sound.
Crumpled in a clearing, there was a woman, her ankle bent at a very unnatural angle, and her boot stuck between two rocks. Taking his hatchet from his belt he stood over her a moment before saying "little woman, don't try to move that foot. He went to a near by tree and chopped off a stout limb about three feet long. Forcing it between the stones he levered them apart and released her foot. Don't try to get up now, he said.
He wondered how this innocent looking girl had managed to get so far back in the woods, especially in his holler. She couldn't be from Betton County. No man or woman from Betton would be caught dead in his holler. They all knew that that was a foolish endeavor.
Cetus was a bear of a man. His face hadn't seen a razor in years, and he was huge. He stood a full 6'8" tall and weighed in at about two hundred lbs. His body didn't hold an ounce of fat, and his sandy hair was more than a bit shaggy. His biceps were larger than most men's thighs and his thighs like hickory trunks.
He hunted and fished for his food, and on this quiet morning he was stalking a deer, when he heard a sound that he hadn't hear in more than a year, and never on his land, the soprano sound of of a woman's cries. He followed the sound and after a few minutes hiking walked up on the source of the sound.
Crumpled in a clearing, there was a woman, her ankle bent at a very unnatural angle, and her boot stuck between two rocks. Taking his hatchet from his belt he stood over her a moment before saying "little woman, don't try to move that foot. He went to a near by tree and chopped off a stout limb about three feet long. Forcing it between the stones he levered them apart and released her foot. Don't try to get up now, he said.
He wondered how this innocent looking girl had managed to get so far back in the woods, especially in his holler. She couldn't be from Betton County. No man or woman from Betton would be caught dead in his holler. They all knew that that was a foolish endeavor.