The wheels on the wagon rattled down a mountainous path. Through the trees you could see the still fires burning charcoal and sap. The moon shine was heavily guarded it was one hundred proof if not more. Her brother was ****** *******, after all that's what kin folk were for. Her pappy taught her to make white lightning, she worked for the sweat of her brow. She knew the grip of the law was a tightening she had to make her delivery some how. She carried a map of the county, she knew where to hold up and hide. She knew on her head was a bounty but she never broke down and cried. She had a good reputation along with a very good head. In her there was no degradation, she slept with a gun in her bed. Some folks just called her Maddy she was the pride of her town, sometimes you'll catch her drinking moonshine, when ever the law ain't around.