title: Permanent Camp:: Poems, Narratives and Renderings from the Smokies
author:  George Ellison 
description: "If there can be a clearer commitment to the love and power of a place, I'd like to see it. <i>Permanent Camp</i> in many ways represents the oeuvre of the Ellisons, and with its publication it will find a permanent home within the region's most significant literary contributions."
zlib_text: CONTENTS
  Prologue
  One
  Two
  Three
  Four
  Five
  Six
  Seven
  Eight
  Nine
  Ten
  Eleven
  Twelve
  Thirteen
  Fourteen
  Fifteen
  Sixteen
  Seventeen
  Eighteen
  Nineteen
  Twenty
  Twenty One
  Twenty Two
  Twenty Three
  Epilogue
  Epilogue part 2
  Acknowledgments
  About the Author
  
  Ana
  HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE FEELING YOU WERE BEING WATCHED? EVER FELT THE TINY HAIRS ON THE BACK
  of your neck stand on end and shivers run down your spine, only to turn and find no one there?
  I get that feeling, but he is there. I know better than to let him get to me, but he does. Every time.
  He smiles at me and takes a drink of his coffee, and my body heats from his intense gaze.
  Ace McGowan.
  Aka Sergeant-at-Arms for the Unforgiven Riders.
  I couldn’t escape him if I wanted to.
  You see, I work for his mum, in her café: Nancy’s Coffee Nook. I have for the past twelve months.
  I shake my head and walk over to the table recently vacated by an elderly couple, where I stack
  the dirty plates and struggle to pick up the two mugs as well. I turn back to wa