On a hog driving venture in 1834 from Greenville, Tennessee to Greenville, South Carolina I was framed for a murder I didn't commit and was forced to run. On my journey back home to clear myself I was shoved into treacherous circumstances, even by the way of Ghost Mountain and the legendary Ghost Lights that hurled me back in time over 600 years. (Brown Mountain Lights in Burke County, North Carolina)
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