There is a white peanut with a cross at Shep hill that I am wanting very badly. It is all his fault. Now I have to make a dern knife and sell it so I can afford it.:grumpy:

He has a very great talent and uses it in a very great way. I read his stories any chance I get. I am probably half way through. I want to know what happened to Lizzy. I know the final outcome but would like to know more. If it is ok with jack knife. I had a lizzy when I was 16 and she was on a bad path also. I never found out what happened to her. If it is there then can somebody point the way and put the link to the story.
Thanks Jack knife for your stories.
-frank
Frank, Lizzy died at 38 years of age. She left town just after she told me we had to stop seeing each other because it wasn't going to work. I'd fallen totally in love with her, and she wouldn't admit that she may have felt somesomething, but only that she never intended that it would go that far. She said that my family would never accept her in their world, and she didn't want to drag me down to her's. Lizzy was a stripper at a little dive joint called Tinkers, and rumor was she was also a part time prostitute, with a drug and booze problem.
The night she told me we had to break it off, she left town. Packed up and was just gone.
I spent a long time trying to find out where she had gone. After I got out of high school, I tracked her down to the infamous "block" in Baltimore. I found a girl who had worked at the same place, and knew her. I was told she had went to New York.
Years passed, and I was in the army, and met my current wife of nearly 40 years now. Gradually I had let up on my search for Lizzy, but never ever forgot her. It was on a trip home, I found out that she had called her father, Matt, and simply said "Daddy, I want to come home." Two nights later, while driving from Washinton D.C., where she had been "working" at a 14th street bar, she left the road at about 80 mph according to the state police report, and slammed into an oak tree, on a perfectly strait part of RT 50. The police report went on to state that her blood alcohol level was well over the legal limit. It was a closed casket service.
Elizibeth Ann Rankin is burried in a small churchyard just south of Cambridge Maryland.
She still haunts my dreams, and though I love my wife, sometimes in the small hours of the morning I wonder "what if..."