The Devil’s Right Hand
A love story horror mystery with a tip of the hat to Steve Earle
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3 min readApr 20, 2024
I was just sixteen when I met Billy at the Merla Mae over by Jericho Road, and I wanted him more than anything I ever knew. Don’t ‘zactly know what it was about him — he wasn’t tall, not too handsome and even then there was something eerie about him. But every part of me burned when I first laid eyes on him.
