Taking off down the dirt road, my cousin James said he had decided to be a preacher when he grew up. I wanted to know. I ain't cussed or smoked since I got saved. I'm going to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ and save everybody. Not if he keeps playing with them durned snakes.
Snakes are bad.
The devil is in them snakes. Granny's old house was sitting off the road about a half mile up on the side of a hill. We took off through the cow pasture for a shortcut. The little cow path was hard packed and there was no chance of stepping on a snake on that path. Sometimes you would see one but it was easy to turn around and go back the other way.