1904, WEST FLORIDA, NEAR THE MOUTH OF THE CALOOSAHATCHEE RIVER J
oe Ashley came home late, grim and smelling of whiskey. He woke his wife, Leugenia, and their nine children and told them to quickly pack up whatever they wanted to keep because they had to leave at once and would not be back.
“Was there gunplay?” his wife asked. Her eyes fearful in the lamplight, her voice trembled. “Is anybody dead?”
“No, but a man was shot. He’ll live, but if we don’t leave now, somebody will die.”
She began to pack her best linens in a wooden chest.