Jonah’s eyes squinted from the bright sun as he set foot down the two wooden plank steps from the front porch of the log home. The trees rustled as the squirrels performed their acrobatic stunts from limb to limbs of the live oaks. Cursed woman he through to himself, my momma never caused any problems like this female. What’s this world coming to? I’m sure glad we don’t live in no city. She'd be even worst.
His long legs quickly took him down a narrow trail through the brambles surrounding the cabin. They formed what appeared to be a wide fence around the structure separating it from the trees and tupelo/cypress swamps filling the area. The Big Thicket deserved the name it was given. From the early days, civilization was slow to move into Southeast Texas because of the tangled vegetation making travel through the area difficult. Always, there had been a small group of early settlers who were able to navigate through this North American jungle. Jonah remained one of those men of the Thicket who found success with this harsh existence.
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