A discovery at the place where one of the victims lived helps Anna set a trap. Meanwhile, sparks fly between Anna and Langton. Written by Anonymous.
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The roads corkscrewing through the hills from here to Freeburn have not changed much since the days when Bert Hatfield taught Mark Putnam how to grit his teeth, take his foot off the brake and drive like a goddamn hellbound hillbilly. Treacherous turns suddenly arrive at tiny hamlets with old cars parked outside trailers.
At each hamlet, steepled saltbox churches push up right against against the roadside, their electric signs worrying about Satan or panting apocalyptic visions of a Rapture soon to come. At the end of such death-defying highways lay the isolated old coal-camp towns like Freeburn, population Sustained by government checks and social inertia, Freeburn itself looked physically unchanged in , a quarter-century after since I first came there.
In Freeburn, where coal jobs are long gone, malicious gossip at least persists as a thriving industry, now amplified by social media. I talked again with him in his office inside a cramped trailer at a desk piled high with papers and files, with a police scanner to the side. He was still a deputy sheriff, but he said that be believed his days in law enforcement were numbered. Before, a cop had the standing and experience to at least deal familiarly with traditional brews of marijuana and cocaine and meth and pain pills and heroin, fueled of course by alcohol.
But in conjunction with law enforcement crackdowns on pain pills, the chemical formula that concocts this social dysfunction and criminality has been altered, most graphically in a deadly new epidemic of cheap heroin tricked out with an opioid called fentanyl that skyrockets the potency of heroin — and its lethality — by more than fifty percent.
The opioid crisis was nodding in open sight in these places. As the local cop who first introduced Mark to Susan, a girl who he grew up with in Freeburn, Bert still had vivid emotions concerning her.
But Mark and I spent a lot of hours together and I never saw that side of him, and he never mentioned anything like that to me. Toward the end, I did warn him about getting too involved with this girl, that she was running her mouth pretty bad. I did try to send a some red flags up for him, but I think he took it personally, as me butting in. We drifted apart over that. As so many others did, Bert blamed the FBI for lax supervision of a hard-charging, eager-to-succeed young agent who plunged into a situation he could not control. It was also the only place to shop.
Matewan has a terrible history in the violent struggles that accompanied efforts to unionize coal miners. In , a bloody clash between miners seeking to unionize and submachinegun-toting detectives hired by coal companies became known as the Battle of Matewan — immortalized by the John Sayles movie Matewan.
Over the years Matwean hung on through the boom-and-bust cycles of coal, and through recurring devastating Tug Fork River floods. By the mids, though, Matewan was woebegone. It no longer had any appeal for young Susan, a teenage runaway who had shacked up in a small rented trailer there with the handsome, brash Kenneth Smith. Susan set her eyes on bright lights in far-off, fashionable places like Chicago.
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She got there once to run drugs but she never managed to stay. Across the street, a shop that sold local historical souvenirs was shut even though it was a weekday. In the store window was a display of Hatfield-McCoy tchotchkes beside a wood-burned plaque that said. I walked down to the river across from the main street. After a flood that wiped out most of the town, the Army Corps of Engineers had constructed a concrete floodwall, a marvel of engineering, twenty-five feet high, that runs a quarter-mile along the Tug.
There are sculpted scenes from the Battle of Matewan on this wall, which has giant steel floodgate doors that open for access to a pedestrian path, where wide concrete steps lead down to the river bank. Inscriptions on the higher steps note where the worst of the historic floods had risen to. At the base of the steps, mayflies swarmed around me as I parted my way through nettles and ferns and cattails to the river bank.
I saw a boy, maybe thirteen years old, paddling on the Tug in a broken-down red wood canoe with splintered slats exposed at the bow. Where did this boy think he was going in that busted old canoe? Did he have a plan, not to mention a skill, to return against that swift current? Or was he, like Susan, simply adrift and going wherever the river would take him, to hell with any peril? Finally, I realized there, my journey was finished after a quarter century.
It was time for journalism to put its notes away while history pointedly cleared its throat in desolate little Matewan, framed through the aperture of those big steel floodgates, this sad place where Susan Smith first had her notions, where ghosts now drifted in smoky tendrils on the lonesome holler of the wind.
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Semper Fidelis. Is a joy to see you still so enthusiastic about the movie, I want you to know that here in Spain I watched the movie in a tv channel last month, I enjoyed it very much but is a shame that the movie went straight to tv. I myself have become pretty much fed up with this B. Many thanks for your kind note. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account.