Even the smoke ain't gonna drift
far! Can't figure why I haven't done rigged me up a still long
ago. Like Hicks said, ain't no need of a man with my brains
workin' hisself to death walkin' behind no plow!"
"Who's this Hicks you're talking about?"
"You don't know him, Ophelia. He's sorta my business partner.
Lives down below the State Line Road. Now, he's a moneyed man!
He's got him one of them automobiles! Me and him's goin' in
together fifty-fifty. I'm gonna take the whiskey to him in big
batches-gallons and five gallons. Naturally, I'll be obliged to
get myself a automobile! Then Hicks-"
"A automobile?"
"That's what I said! A automobile! I'll buy me one soon's the
money starts pilin' in. Then, by God, when I ride through Drake
Eye Springs, folks won't say, 'Yonder goes OLD WARD.' They'll
say, 'Yonder goes MISTER WARD LAWSON.'"
"And I'll say, 'Yonder goes the biggest red-headed fool the
Lord ever let breathe!'"
"Makin' easy money ain't bein' a fool, Ophelia! Like I was
fixin' to tell you, after we get the whiskey 'cross the Louisiana
line, Hicks can sell it retail-you know, in fifths.
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