Might just give you wings

“You could use old Wiley’s moonshine,” I suggested. “If you weren’t too particular about taste.”

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t have 100 gallons,” Bill protested. “And I’ll need it soon. Gotta get some wings before the BBQ on Friday.”

“Hell, he’ll have enough,” I thumped Bill on the shoulder. “Don’t you remember he converted that old silo of McAffey’s into a giant still.”

A huge grin split Bill’s face.

“By dammit,” Bill nodded. “That should just about do it.”

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