Cold Hands Ch. 01

///Cold Hands\\\</p>

By Scottish Texan</p>
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Preface </p>
When I was a teenager, 8 track stereo tapes were very popular. I don't recall whether it was a Christmas gift, or a birthday gift. But my parents gave me an 8 track tape of the John Denver album ' Windsong '. I was a huge fan of documentaries and any time there was a National Geographic special or something similar on the television, you could be guaranteed to find me in the living room glued to the television set. Jacques Cousteau was one of my heroes. John Denver wrote a song about him and his ship RV Calypso. I absolutely loved that song and Windsong was the album that it first appeared on. I wasn't a rabid John Denver fan, but I did like an awful lot of his music. I also enjoyed his acting. I had always wished that he had been a recurring character as deputy Dewey Cobb from the episode of 'McCloud' that he appeared in. It was one of his best roles. Another song on that album that caught and held onto my attention was ' Spirit '. But I want to give credit where it is properly due. The inspiration for this yarn comes from the John Denver song "Two Shots", also on that same album. If my memory serves me correctly, it was the final track in the album. If you read this story, you will come across the word 'Neches'. I hear people mispronounce it quite frequently. The first 'e' is said like a long 'a'. So the proper way to pronounce it is " N?y-ch?z " with the last 'e' pronounced as a short 'e' just like in 'chess'.

Chapter One </p>

It was late on a Saturday evening as I pulled my pickup truck into the parking lot of my local Ice House. The day had not gone as well as I had hoped. This was the first week of duck hunting season. My parents had given me a brand new 'over