There is a little town in your state named “Templeton”. That town produces some fine, fine brown liquor from a small grain called “rye”. Ya’all wouldn’t have been sampling some of that now would you??
“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.” Kaywoodie
