It hasn’t been a good year. Athens’ storms can make life difficult at the best of times, but the magnitude of the destruction laid out on either side of the road means that some families are going to be a mite hungry this winter. Rufus is a couple of miles out from Limestone, but these are still people he knows.
Just up the road, Rufus can make out a figure repairing the fence along the property line. He’s too far away to make out features, but he can make a good guess as to who it is. Karl Long is too cheap to hire hands to do this sort of work for him. Could be he actually can’t afford to what with the tab he runs up at the bar every week. That kind of dedication to drink is usually bad for a man’s health, but it can also make him a font of information. A conversation with Karl has made Rufus’s job quite a bit easier on more than one occasion.
(I’m not entirely happy with the name of your hometown. It sits next to what’s more of a creek than a river in limestone country. It’s not really in a canyon, but the surrounding terrain isn’t exactly flat either. Suggestions are welcome.)