“Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of… — Hunter S. Jones Copy Share Image
“With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.” — Hunter S. Jones Copy Share Image
“Nashville has always been competitive. My granddaddy called it the Hillbilly Babylon.” — Hunter S. Jones Copy Share Image
“Then, the door opens and there he is; silhouetted in the hall light. Long hair, long legs, and a heartbeat in tune with my… — Hunter S. Jones Copy Share Image
