Aug 16 2007
Son of a son of a bootlegger
At first, it seemed a little iffy. The cars were sliding back and forth on the dirt road, barely missing the ditches. But once he felt the big Buick get traction on the paved county road, Joe didn’t need the rear view mirror to know he was pulling away from the cops. The siren didn’t last long as he quickly outdistanced the flashing light.
Once more, the moonshine is delivered on time – and the revenuers will have to wait for another opportunity to catch Joe delivering his goods.
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