Just off the Natchez was a place the townsfolk called the ‘Moses drop.’ Renowned in secret as the place to dump a disobedient child or say a child no longer loved or could be afforded. Why they’d plop that life right down the river. Don’t matter how old the child was. Damn, the kid could be 16. But if mama was big enough they’d too get sent down that river just like all the little ones.
It sure wasn’t a place you’d go for any other reason. Smelt like old death had spit up. All those bad kids murkin’ around the bottom half buried in mud. Cat fishing plucking away at what was left of ‘em. Sure as hell aint nobody fishing in that river! But you get those stories anyhow. Some kid bringing home a big ol’ Catfish, only to find a baby’s bonnet when you’re guttin’ the thing.
Yes, mighty cold the place was, colder than weather permitted.