A runaway bride meets her destiny in an obscure Georgia town comprised of an outlaw pig, the best fried chicken in the South, and a mouthwatering mayor who thinks she's trouble.
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MEET
KAT HUBBARD
Rooster called her a pimple on the butt of society. She had lived off the Hubbard name and fortune and partied with people like herself. That’s all she knew. But after a night spent in jail in the company of a pig, to say her eyes had been opened was an understatement.
MEET
DEAN MICKLER
"Wrong slur, sweetheart. This is Georgia. We're called rednecks in these here parts.” His voice took on an exaggerated twang. "'Course, redneck is now considered politically incorrect. I'm what's considered a low class, rural, gene-pool challenged American."
MEET
STEVIE MICKLER
From her cell, Kat exclaimed, "That's a girl?"
"My daughter.” Dean’s icy tone dared her to make an unkind remark about his tomboy hellion. Everyone in Potter’s Kiln made unkind, but true, remarks about Stevie’s behavior. Still, he didn’t have to take them from a stranger.
A wry smile touched her lips. "You must be very proud."
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MEET
JUNIOR UPCHURCH
"He's a wanted man--uh, hog. Farmers are in an uproar because when Junior gets loose, he visits their coops and the chickens follow him like the Pied Piper of Hamlin. Junior leads them home to Upchuck Charlie, who serves them in his take-out shack. We can't prove Charlie guilty of anything other than neglecting to buy a good lock for his pig pen. We have no choice but to ship Junior out."
-Dean Mickler, Mayor
MEET
ROOSTER NETTLES
Rooster’s complexion turned dark with fury. “Just like a damn Yankee to put sugar in grits. You can put copious amounts of butter in grits. You can put in cheese. You can put in any sort of pig-flesh in there… But sugar?” Rooster slammed his fist onto his desk. “That’s Southern blasphemy. That’s just…just…sick.”
THE CHICKEN WAR
“My question is, if you had a choice between eating chicken from Upchurch’s, or chicken from the Inferno, which would you prefer? free has nothing to do it.”
“Maybe not for you, but it does for me. I ain’t worked in months. If the chicken is free, then I’ll get some. But if I’m expected to pay for it, then I don’t want none.”
Kat broke her pencil in two. “Yes, it’s free. Whose free chicken do you want?”
“Upchurch’s.”
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Why do you want Upchurch’s?”
“Why? ’Cause it’s free.”
THE INFERNO
Bar & Grill
Potter’s Kiln, GA
Featuring the South’s
Best Fried Chicken
and
Roy Rowdy and his Roadhouse Band
“I like feelin' just a little on the crappy side. Where I wear my clothes too long and my brain is fried. Too much whiskey mixed with too much brew, makes me queasy, makes me wanna spew. I like feelin’ just a little on the crappy side.”
--Roy Rowdy, the self-styled Weird Al Yankovic of Potter County
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