Glory be and hallelujah, the snow’s gone and about time too, since I’m all out of whiskey and tobacco. Dang blasted winter. I should have been a bear… then I could hibernate. Hmm, I’d better be getting along. If this rain keeps up and softens up the ground, a buckboard full of booze is liable to get bogged down. Hell, I’ll be glad when it’s spring.
‘Housty, I’m going into town. Yeah, right away. I know I’m supposed to be getting logs for the fire, but getting food and supplies for you is more important. What? Well go chop some logs, that’ll warm you. See you later, Sugar.’
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