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The flagship program was “Midnight Possum Chorus.” Every night at 11 PM, Jasper would tune his ancient microphone, take a sip of sassafras tea, and announce: “Alright, you night owls and dust bunnies, it’s time for the Possum Chorus. Tonight’s theme: ‘Roadkill Redemption.’”

The town of Stillwater Bend wasn’t on any major map. It was a splinter of civilization wedged between the slow, amber curves of the Redbud River and the endless yawn of the Mesquite Prairie. The internet was a flickering rumor there, delivered by satellite on good days and not at all on days when the atmospheric static rolled in like a second sunset. For entertainment, the townsfolk had the Wagon Wheel Saloon, the twice-monthly county fair, and the peculiar, crackling voice of a man who called himself the River Fox. River Fox - Yee-Haw - PornMegaLoad -2018-

Sloan set up a tower on the highest grain silo. Her station, “Pure Prairie 101.5 – The Sound of Progress,” played algorithmic country-pop, sponsored energy drinks, and hosted call-in shows about crop insurance. She offered Jasper a buyout: five thousand dollars and a promise to never say “yee-haw” again. The flagship program was “Midnight Possum Chorus

By the fourth minute, people were laughing. By the eighth, they were crying. By the twelfth, Sloan had unplugged her own stage’s speakers and was marching toward Jasper with a fire extinguisher. The internet was a flickering rumor there, delivered

His real name was Jasper Kaine. He was a lanky, sun-leathered man in his late fifties who lived in a converted bait shop on stilts over the river’s edge. By day, he tied fishing flies and sold minnows to catfish poachers. By night, he became the sole proprietor, host, and creative engine of River Fox Yee-Haw Entertainment and Media Content —a one-man radio station, podcast network, and digital variety hour broadcast from a cobbled-together transmitter powered by a hydroelectric wheel he’d built from a tractor axle and a salvaged washing machine motor.

The documentary won a minor award at a film festival in Omaha. Jasper didn’t see it. He was busy filming “Cooking with Critters: Opossum Omelette Surprise.” Mayor Pringles Can stole the eggs. It was, by all accounts, a masterpiece.