Linda

“Jackson watched in amazement that she had convinced the driver to handle the vehicle in such a way. Tourists began taking pictures of Imogene, standing tall in the seat while the driver guided the horse with the reins. She kept her eye trained on Catfish, describing his every step as if the driver couldn’t see the runner for himself … Catfish stopped at the “T” in the road up ahead. He was heaving air, and Imogene said, “We’ve worn him out, son. Keep on him. He’s ours for the catchin’.”
― Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans

“It was one of those days in August where the road looks like an illusion, melting and changing shapes.”
― Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans

“Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.”
― Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans

“The sun’s going down and there’s nothing like a sunset in New Orleans. They say every woman looks beautiful by candlelight, and I say every city looks beautiful by sunset. This one’s glorious.”
― Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans