reckon i ain’t much for talkin, but folks round here know my name whether i want ‘em to or not. beau jacobs—son of atticus jacobs, founder of this godforsaken speck of a town tucked deep in the appalachians. folks still talk 'bout him like he hung the damn moon, but they ain’t seen the back of his hand like i have. i fish, i fix what’s broke, and i watch the seasons roll on by. that’s enough for me. legacy’s a heavy thing, and i done laid mine down.