A girl and her ways

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Falkville Alabama is the kind of place you only could find if you where looking for it. The world may be in 2021 but to everyone in Falkville, it's still January 17th, 1920. The population is 1257. Spanning about 3 miles as the crow flys but what they don't tell you is we counted dogs. In those 3 miles, you will find a loves truck stop a Dollar General a volunteer fire station, and a library along with a feed store, and last but not least the home of the blue devils. Falkville High School.

The main source of income is farming, mostly hogs, and cattle. For the rest of us, you either have a trade or you make moonshine. Yea I know sounds stupid, right? I'm sure you're sitting here thinking. It's 2021 what is the purpose of being a moonshiner. Well around here we have laws. No alcohol sales on Sunday. No alcohol after 11 pm. No alcohol sales after 11 pm on Saturday. You cant get alcohol in a restaurant before 2 pm. Oh, and you can't forget most Counties are not wet meaning no alcohol. It's illegal to go to another county and buy alcohol and bring it into a dry county.

So yeah, I'm Beth but everyone around here just calls me Dixie. I'm not the prettiest of girls but that's mostly because I don't try too hard. But I get my fair share of men. The problem I have is the first rule I follow when it comes to men is I can't be more of a man than you. That's for good reason. I work on my own in the middle of the woods hidden away in caves minding my own business. My family used to be one of the biggest cattle farmers on this mountain but as my dad got older he decided to sell the farm and we just live on the family land. My grandmother was a moonshiner and her mother before her and her mother before her. Then the line ended there because the next generation was only boys. You see back in the 20s and 30s it was Illegal to search a woman or her car so only Women made moonshinein my family. It was believed the the women where to simple minded to do anything bad. She died when I was only 6 but I remember going down to the old slave shacks with her. that's where she made her moonshine. No, we never owned slaved the people who owned the land before we did.

As I got older I realized I never wanted to move. I graduated from high school and went to college. HATED! IT! I learned how to weld. Got bord. I tried blacksmithing. Got good at it but I just did not have the patients. so I went back and found my family cookbook. No, I don't mean squirrel casserole and meatloaf. I mean apple brandy and White lightning.