“Follow me,” he said. I did. I’ll follow you anywhere , I thought as I drove in the dust trail behind his pickup.” — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Hang tight,” he said. “I’ll be right there.” Marlboro Man was right there, in less than five minutes. Once I determined the white pickup pulling beside my car was his and not that of Jason Voorhees, I rolled down my… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
