Slingshot Bill-part one
My name’s Bill Tinker an’ I am 12 years old at the time I’m tellin’ you about late in 19th century Texas. I can pretty much hit anythin’ with my slingshot, mostly rabbits but I can hit doves an’ pheasants on the fly too. It’s a good thing too or we’d most likely starve to death. I lived with my ma an’ pa an’ my two sisters miles from anythin’ civilized tryin’ to scratch out a livin’. My pa failed in everything he tried includin’ farmin’ an’ ranchin’ but him an’ ma wuz never bitter an’ we wuz a fairly happy family even if we wuz dirt poor. That happiness come to an end one day when I come home from my huntin’. Ma an’ Pa wuz layin’ face down in the dirt in front …