The thing about having rednecks for neighbors is that at any time I know they’re looking out for me. The other thing about having rednecks as neighbors is that they won’t necessarily think to tell me when they’ve had to act. They saw a mountain lion in my yard one night, but told me some weeks later when it came up in conversation that they’d also had a pack of coyotes surround their dog. Just recently my neighbor shared that a man was seen standing in the corner of my yard in the middle of the night. They grabbed one of many shotguns, cocked it from the front porch and the man ran off, past my house and down the pasture. I have no idea when this happened, and I don’t suppose I really need to know. And though I lean more toward the dread-locked, peaceful hippie-type, my neighbors are packin heat and I ain’t too sorry ’bout that.
