dead man's hand

You collect these people’s stories like dust on your boots and freckles from the sun, inevitabilities of nature, and this one’s yours. You ain’t never been too eager a storyteller yourself. But an audience … Well, in that you’re downright gifted. Folks’ stories come pourin’ out of their mouths before you even done opened yours. Somethin’ ‘bout you just draws it out of them, like a sweet symphony f…