Prompt: A little ficlet about the picture you posted. Where it's set in the 1800 and Hasil makes moonshine and goes to town the sell it and meets Sally Ann who works in the store! :)

"Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again…"

Hasil just caught the last part of the song playing over the radio as he stepped inside the cozy warmth of the general store, and as the door slammed shut behind him, the bell on the back rang out in a jangled echo. Now that he was fully inside, with his bare hands he brushed the snowflakes off the shoulders of his worn and patched-through coat. It was only late October, but the snows had come early, dusting all the ground with fine layers of white, making his journey down the mountain all the more treacherous.

"Good men and women of Kentucky… you only have one vote this November…"

When the storms came, that's when the Farrells knew to dig in for the winter. That's when they went to ground, burrowing into their homesteads like the hibernating animals that were their companions on the mountain. But looking through the stores, someone had noticed that they only had a small reserve of kerosene – not enough to see them through to spring – and the Elders had decided that a final run had to be made down the mountain, into town.

There hadn't been a need to select anyone: Hasil had volunteered to go. When he put his name forward, he tried to make it sound like a sacrifice he was willing to make for the clan, but inside he knew that it was just because he wanted to go down there, to get yet another tiny glimpse of the world beyond the mountain.

"You should put your trust in a tried and tested candidate… one who can understand the troubles of the common man…"

They sent him off with two bottles of 'shine and the name of a man in town who would buy it from him – it had to be done quietly, now that it was illegal to make or sell it, and the Farrells wanted no trouble with the law – and he was likewise given the directions to the town's general store, where he could trade the paper in his pocket for the kerosene his family needed.

He glanced over at the counter, looking to see who he could talk to about his purchase, and then all at once the world seemed to stop its spinning. He felt everything shift, all around him, and he knew, as he looked at her, that his life was about to change. Had he been asked later, what it was that he first saw in her, as she stood across the room, that shopgirl's apron tied neatly around her waist, he wouldn't have been able to say. There were too many things to notice, all at once: the shine and light in her rich brown eyes, the full, round set of her mouth, her hair twisted up like a crown of glory atop her head. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Come November, put your trust in one man: Governor Franklin Delano Roosevelt…"

Hasil felt himself drawn towards her, drawn like a freezing man towards the warmth of a fire, wanting to know so many things about her. He wanted to know what she loved to do, what made her laugh, what she thought about when she was alone. But there was one thing he needed to know first, above everything else, and as he made his way to the counter, he could feel his heart beating in the anticipation of asking it.

"Say," he said, placing his hands on the counter, "What's your name?"

She looked at him curiously, cautiously, her wide eyes taking him in.

"Sally-Ann," she replied, the edge of her mouth curling up just enough to make his pulse race harder.

"Pleasure to meet ya, Sally-Ann," he said, grinning widely and not caring a whit about it. "My name's Hasil Farrell."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, and in the background Hasil could hear someone else walking inside the store, the song on the radio playing up again. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered now was standing right in front of him, the light shining off her like she was made of gold.

"…So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again."