Dry County (Paperback)

I'm writing this twenty years on, but I want to start where it started. With the shaking hands and the phone call and the eight people in a basement. My name is Silas McCoy. In Dry Creek County, Kentucky, that name meant liquor for three generations — bootlegged it, sold it, drank it, buried people over it. I was raised inside the family business, and I nearly died in it. This is the story of how I stopped letting it: how the shaking hands, the lies, and a whole county that loved me to death finally loosened their grip. A novel of addiction and return, about what breaks in a man, what holds in a family, and what it takes to come back. Some roads are walked one honest mile at a time.