The short fiction of j hardy carroll
You heard in the valley us coal miners is hard people? You don’t know the half of it. Before the union come to Mingo, the company sent up a bunch of hooligans from Baldwin-Felts, rough men toting guns and blackjacks. They aimed to keep out the union. See, they wanted to leave the coal price…
Everything about the giant camp foreman said logger, from the flannel Pendleton buttoned tight around his tree-trunk neck to his sap-stained hands hard as rocks. “War’s on,” he said around the pipe in his teeth, “so we’re hiring. Either of you logged before?” “Not I,” said Hal, who was always more honest than smart. I…