Rodney Earwood and Palmer Cray had been best friends for as long as either could remember. They were brothers in all but the genetic sense. They wandered the hills of North Georgia, hunted the pine woods, fished the cool, green streams, and camped under the stars. But Rodney and Palmer flew a Camaro into a tree, Palmer flew into a haystack, Rodney flew into the great beyond, and nothing in Sweetwater was ever the same again.