Seven Sisters...Harley

By Nellie Cake

This is the most exciting night in the history of game cock fighting in the Tennessee mountains in the biggest arena in four states. In an effort to keep the owner's of this arena safe, we'll call this cock fighting arena 'Moonshine Era'.

Harley had twelve game cocks she conditioned by herself since they were born. Tonight they're ready to fight the best in the business. It was a long drive to the 'Moonshine Era' arena from town and country close to Lexington, Kentucky, but the address was in Richmond, Kentucky. Then it's an even longer drive up through the winding dirt roads in the Tennessee mountains where these days several of the Era's family stood at the bottom of the entrance with double barrels and several stood at the top of another long dirt road holding double barrels.

The double barrels weren't for the cock fighters or handlers, they were because a few years back the Era family was busted and fined $200,000.00. Now if your friends with the Era family you can get a plastic life time card which allows you to get in if you pay a $20.00 cover charge for entrance if your just a spectator or wanting to bet. The handlers would pay $20.00 per bird you wanted to fight on your card. {Harley was a master cock handler because she was trained by three men who were the best in the business.}

These rates were very reasonable considering you get a private stall for your cocks and friends to hang out in to smoke weed and share beer and whiskey. It was considered unsociable to not share your weed, beer and whiskey.

The Era family made the 'Moonshine Era' a private club and you had to be a personal friend to get in. They killed their own hogs and had fresh barbecue sandwiches and so much food no one can remember all the other foods. Harley loved the barbecue sandwiches and doesn't recall the other menu items.

There were little kids laying, sitting, betting, eating, drinking beer and alcohol, cheering, and smoking weed in the rafters above everyone all over the arena.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005669379

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Seven Sisters...Harley

This is the most exciting night in the history of game cock fighting in the Tennessee mountains in the biggest arena in four states. In an effort to keep the owner's of this arena safe, we'll call this cock fighting arena 'Moonshine Era'.

Harley had twelve game cocks she conditioned by herself since they were born. Tonight they're ready to fight the best in the business. It was a long drive to the 'Moonshine Era' arena from town and country close to Lexington, Kentucky, but the address was in Richmond, Kentucky. Then it's an even longer drive up through the winding dirt roads in the Tennessee mountains where these days several of the Era's family stood at the bottom of the entrance with double barrels and several stood at the top of another long dirt road holding double barrels.

The double barrels weren't for the cock fighters or handlers, they were because a few years back the Era family was busted and fined $200,000.00. Now if your friends with the Era family you can get a plastic life time card which allows you to get in if you pay a $20.00 cover charge for entrance if your just a spectator or wanting to bet. The handlers would pay $20.00 per bird you wanted to fight on your card. {Harley was a master cock handler because she was trained by three men who were the best in the business.}

These rates were very reasonable considering you get a private stall for your cocks and friends to hang out in to smoke weed and share beer and whiskey. It was considered unsociable to not share your weed, beer and whiskey.

The Era family made the 'Moonshine Era' a private club and you had to be a personal friend to get in. They killed their own hogs and had fresh barbecue sandwiches and so much food no one can remember all the other foods. Harley loved the barbecue sandwiches and doesn't recall the other menu items.

There were little kids laying, sitting, betting, eating, drinking beer and alcohol, cheering, and smoking weed in the rafters above everyone all over the arena.

Harley and Tommy saved their money to enter the fights tonight. Tommy took the money to the owners for her and paid $240.00 to enter Harley's twelve cocks in that