I knew that I couldn’t do it alone. The challenge was enlisting someone to help me. Someone who wouldn’t shudder at the thought of hiding a “murderer”. Someone, who had the brains, or rather the heart, to see that Stevie had not done it. And, that he was worthy of saving.

At first, I thought on bringing in my mother, Luann, but decided she would collapse at the very idea.

I set out with the sole purpose of bringing back someone to help me hide Stevie.

I walked seven-miles to the nearest U-pick. The Prestons owned, and other than the fact of them being dirt-poor, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t convince their oldest son, Kelly, to help.

Kelly Preston did not excite easily. He was quiet, and prefered to speak through his guitar. It was easy to see why people said he was stupid; they couldn’t understand his musical-language…