Sour Mash Hog

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THE SOUR MASH HOG by BILLY WHISKERS
"Keer fer a chaw Lafe?" Lafe Gorse was sitting on the sagging front porch of Eb Bodeen's cabin on Turkey Bone Ridge. Lafe cut a healthy chunk out of the tobacco plug and handed it back. "Keep er", said Eb, "Got me a passell of em in the cabin. Rufus down to the gen'rl store gives me four dollar in trade fer evry gallon a shine I fetch him and gives me back the empties. Says it eases his rumatiz."
Lafe quickly tucked it into his bib overalls before Eb changed his mind."He drinkin it er rubbin it on?"
"Drinks it I reckon. Seems like he still got all his hide. You recollect when we rubbed some a my shine on that ol' spavined mule?"
Lafe laughed, "Kicked the whole back wall out of the shed an we didn't get her back till snow time".
They commenced a spittin contest using a chicken dropping on the third step for a target.
After a bit Eb spoke up again, "Don't women git the dangdest notions?" Lafe allowed they did.
"Got me all the tobaccer an shotgun shells an sech as I needed me so I asked Becky if she needed anything. CURTAINS by gawd. She wants curtains on all the winders."
"She skeered somebody gonna peek in at her?"
"Ol' Baar done jest thet last Spring. Caught her takin a bath. Skeert thet baar so bad he took off over Skully's Mountain. Had a big sign on his rump, sez 'Texas er bust"
Lafe laughed so hard he swallowed his chaw. Eb had to pound him on the back to get it up where it belonged.
TO BE CONTINUED
(Next installment we get into the Sour Mash Hog part)
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