CORDELL
Armed with a simple slingshot, he was barefoot and wore britches patched over patches and short enough to reveal hairy ankles. Frayed cuffs of a once-white shirt peeked from the too-short sleeves of a tattered suit coat. A limp bowtie that seemed to be anchored in place by the boy's Adam's apple completed his attire. While his apparel attested to a life of too little, his gaze was that of one who'd witnessed too much…too much beyond the death and poverty that were normal occurrences in these hills. War, perhaps.
Aunt Nell's eyes misted. "Cordell is everybody's son and nobody's son. Cordell is just Cordell and he's God's child. It don't matter more'n that."
A Shelter in a Weary Land
WIP rewrite by Julane Hiebert
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