The Gutbucket King

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Barry Yeoman: He stood at the kitchen window waiting. He had memorized everything around him: the pine walls, bare of wallpaper or even paint; the wardrobe where his widowed mother kept her churn for making buttermilk; the stove fueled by the firewood he cut each morning; the two coolers, one for dairy and the other for cakes and pies. He had branded them into his memory, these artifacts of a life that, after today, would no longer be his.

His mother was working in town. As she cleaned the house of the doctor and his wife, Josie Mae Martin didn't know that her blue-eyed son was planning his escape from McComb, Mississippi. He had even assured her otherwise. But he had…