Which was nature flying a storm flag, had any one with a clear head been there to observe the action and the look on Casey's face.
"Gimme another shot uh that damn' hootch," he growled.

Joe pushed the bottle toward Casey, eyeing him curiously.
"That stuff they run yesterday shore is kicky," Joe ruminated sympathetically.

"Pap's proud as pups over it.

He thinks it's the real article--but I dunno.

Shore laid yuh out, Casey, an' yuh never got much, neither.