The September hurricane kissed historic Charleston, swaying the faded, wooden sign reading Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here. “Reckon so,” Ranger thought. He ducked down the alley between JR’s Piano & Poetry Pub and St. Matthew’s. A girl rushed by him with a guitar, dashing out of the rain and into the pub, her cowboy hat pulled low, the ends of her hair wet like watercolor brush-tips. --AUTUMN RANGERS by Dr. Elliot McGucken
