Art by David Revoy/ Blender Foundation

The Grannywoman of Devil’s Backbone

By Teel James Glenn

Prologue: Drawing Lines

“Tain’t never cottoned to outsiders, no less Yankees tellin’ me what to do, sonny,” the wizened woman called Granny Liz said. “And I sure as hell ain’t gonna let none traipse about up them hills.” She waved a thin hand at a wooded section of the countryside. “Specially not where Cloud family bones is buried.”

The Arkansas State Trooper who stood before her sighed. “I know, Liz,” he said.

“Miss Cloud,” the silver-haired woman corrected. She was dressed in layers of blue and red gingham with a gray shawl tossed over her narrow shoulders, but at barely five feet tall she looked painfully small next to the burly officer.

“Miss Cloud,” he said. “They are not going to hurt the land and they have a perfect legal right with documents from the state government to harvest turpentine.”

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Art by David Revoy/ Blender Foundation

What the Butler Didn’t See

By Teel James Glenn

My first contact with the child was innocent enough.

It was as I drove up to the gate of the Hobbson Estate near Croton-on-Harmon, New York. At the gatehouse a surly looking fellow greeted me gruffly. “What’s your business?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

“I’m Preston Cork,” I said, “I’ve been hired by the Hobbsons as a butler for this residence.”

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