The Son Of A Sharecropper: A Time to Remember

I stood slowly and peeked through the rows of cotton but saw nothing. And then I heard her laugh and I knew it was Jessie. What was she doing hiding in the cotton field next to the creek. Then I heard another voice, that of a man. I was sweating profusely. My heart was racing. Jessie was hiding deep in the cotton patch with a man. The snake was a copperhead, one of many in the river bottom. This one was slithering down the row toward me, less than eight feet away. I yelled something and bol...