It's 1931 in the mountains of Kentucky. Under a bed, in a cool-company house, seven kids are hiding. Sam, their daddy, is also hiding somewhere across the mountain. Outside, men paid by their company are shooting at the windows and walls. Florence, the kids' mother, defends her family with the only weapon she has: words. She is writing a song.

What's going on here?

Don't ask me.

Let Omie, the oldest, tell it—eighty years after it happened.

From the dust jacket