"Ammo, get off of me. I can't breathe," Loretta hollered. He was laying on the 16 year old and basically covered her. Ammo basically only connects with Loretta.  Ammo does not like most people especially ones who get close to Loretta with few exceptions. He is her protector.

The black 5 year old male wolf-dog hybrid simply stretched and jumped in the floor. He weighed 162 pounds of mostly muscle and stood at almost 3 foot tall on all fours. To most he looked terrifying, but to those who knew the ole pup them bright blue eyes were sweet as a new born baby. Next to her canine companion, Loretta looked tiny at 5'6 200 pounds but she was stout and held her own.

Ammo placed his head on the pillow next to Loretta's head and licked her nose. "Okay, okay. I'm up." She pulled back her American flag blanket (crocheted by her momma), through her legs over the side of the bed, and paused at the cold hard floor on her feet.

She walked into the bathroom of her ole cabin home. She brushed her crooked teeth, brushed long hair, and put on deodorant.

As Loretta walked back to her room to get dressed she saw Ammo by the door of a room that has laid empty for almost a year. "I miss em to bud," she said with a tear in her eye. Wiping her eye she continued into her room to get ready for the day.

Loretta jumped to pull her bootcut blue jeans up over her wide ass. While putting on her black bra to cover her full chest, her nipple ring,she had decided to get when she was 14, got caught on the fabric. "Fuck my tit! Well today is starting great," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. After making sure she hadn't tore her piercing, she grabbed a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off that left rips down the side and her rebel flag hoodie. Papaw's revolver on her belt, her brownish blonde curly hair pulled into a ponytail and through the back of her camouflage cap, she glared in the mirror before grabbing her keys, snuff, wallet, and pocketknife. Before heading down she put a full pinch of Grizzly wintergreen longcut in her lip.

Down stairs she slid on her old wore cowboy boots and yelled for Ammo. The giant furry ball ran down to the door and both went to start the day.

The October air was cold and made Loretta shiver as it hit her face. The day slowly warmed as the sun came out but it was still pretty cold and unforgiving to those without heat.

Ammo walked beside Loretta, matching every step. The two walked to the chicken coop and checked the heat lamp inside. Winter was roaring hastily in the mountains of Kentucky and Loretta hated the idea of loose her flock of 32. She fed and watered the critters and claimed the eggs. Next, the pair walked to the over to the pig lot and gave Porky and Wilbur their slop.

After placing all but 12 of the eggs in the fridge Loretta went back outside to her red 1984 F150 with a step side bed.

"Ammo we're goin to town," and the monstrous hound jumped in the cab. They then made the 40 minute drive to the small previous coal town of Wayland. Home off under 500 people. The roads of Appalachia whined and curve more than a black snake running from a preachers wife with a pistol.

The town of Wayland was a coal town started in 1913, the Elk Horn Coal Company established the town of Wayland, which they named after Clarence Wayland Watson, the president of the company. In 2016 though the coal company left, leaving the people poor and jobless.