Seems "Jayson" missed an opportunity to work in a little gore...
Howell Raines leaned against a post on his front porch wistfully overlooking acres of tobacco fields. The painful death of his sister played over and over in his head to the beat of his heedless huckstering. "I raised tobacco. I want you to know that with my own hands, all of my life, I put it in the plant beds and transferred it. I've hoed it, I've dug in it, I've sprayed it, I've chopped it, I've shredded it, spiked it, put it in the barn and stripped it and sold it."