Those of you that read this irregular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile of so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
I never write about living people except with their express permission, so this installment is about a long dead denizen of Hackett. I never learnt what Dee’s real first name was; everyone just called him Dee.
He was a deputy sheriff just about forever. This was in the mid 1960s to around 1980, give or take. Here is what I remember about him.
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