Excerpt from someday to be published The Soviet Union and Lincoln County USA
Dead chickens and feathers and parts of dead chickens were all over the narrow paved road in front of our house on Sugar Tree Creek. Prince was having him some fun strutting through his killing field with a near death, wide eyed, horror paralyzed chicken gripped in his jaws.
Woody drove up the holler after an afternoon of drinking with a friend. He saw Prince dancing and shaking his head in the middle of the road with the chicken in his mouth. Woody didn’t hesitate a second, he swerved his truck and ran over his dog and for good measure stopped and backed over him and ran forward over the body one more time.
Prince lay dead amidst the fantastic meal he had just laid out. As he was taking the collar off Prince and loading the body in his truck, Woody apologized for his useless dog and offered to pay for the chickens.