As I stood there on my front porch that hot breathless July day leaning against the column with the six bullet holes now worn & smooth I could see Hacks whitewashed marker under the pin oaks in the Holland family cemetery.. . Four generations of my family were buried there. Hack Holland is a product of the South both old & new. Hard-drinking ex-POW & wealthy progressive Democrat he stands in the long shadow cast by his ancestors. When Hollands candidacy for a congressional seat brings him increasingly into conflict with those around him his almost unwitting involvement with a violent civil rights conflict forces him to reassess his future
- & his past...