“Just remember. We all go underwater at some point. What matters is that you come back up.”
The headwaters of the Cahaba River are neither wide nor fierce. So it’s almost unimaginable to think that the police found Billy’s friend there, lifeless below their waters.
If he wants to learn the truth, Billy must grapple with the long and varied history that’s hidden deep within the red clay of this old land – the persistent, distinctively southern legacy that followed the Scotch-Irish into the foothills of Appalachia. But the truth is messy. And Billy should tread carefully, because as well as he knows the creek, he may not be wandering alone.