What he said came out in one slur, all four words one stinkin' belch.
"Go to bed." An honorable man admonished.
A woman who'd toasted to another day of survival, poured a thimble full of sour mash into her mouth and gargled it like mouthwash, and was walking away, stopped dead in her tracks. She turned but was too far from the campfire to be lit up well. "Is that what you think all these people are up to?"
The man didn't answer.
The woman shook her hair like a jelly fish had come too close. Looked at the brilliant starry night sky. "You bloody fool." Was all she said before definitively walking to her tent.
Two men with guns got up and went and sat on both ends of the tent.
In the morning they were still there. The fire was still going. But the drunken, bitter man was gone.
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