On the way back to the kitchen, he replaced the shotgun on the rack in the hall. In the kitchen, the coffee was hot and ready on the stove. He took two blue enamel cups from the shelf on the wall and filled them with the streaming black brew.”
–C. Wayne Winkle (Frank Bannon–The Fixer)
Watch out, Pard! I’m comin’ through with two cups of freshly brewed, very hot coffee. Grab yur chair, and get situated. Ahhh, good coffee, hot, strong, and black, just the thing t’ get yuh goin’.
Pard, let me tell yuh, I was some riled yesterday. Someone broke into the coffee shop in downtown Coldspring. Good folks own that place and someone did them evil. The Lord knows and will take care of things in the long run, but it just irks me somethin’ fierce when good folk are done wrong like that. Hope they catch that guy; he needs to be taken behind the barn and slapped silly. Cruel and unusual? Nah, it fits his stupidity and tryin’ to take something that ain’t his. ‘Course most likely that wouldn’t do him any good. Very little rehabilitation or reform…that is, unless they find the Lord.
Sure was a busy week. Lots of errands needed to be run, chores around the homestead. Also pressin’ news that I won’t go into, but life hits hard sometimes. Nah, don’t be a-worryin’, none of the pressin’ news hit us directly, but it shor does make a body wonder what’s happenin’. But in spite of all the business, we are here now, and, oh Pard, I didn’t mean for yur cup to go dry. Don’t want that fine brew to go to waste… hmmm, good thing coffee ain’t fattenin’, that is unless yuh start to fancyin’ it all up, addin’ frills to it.
Like I was a-sayin’, it was a busy week, but the missus and I did our civic duty. We got out an’ voted. Listen, and I mean listen tight! Yuh best be votin’! This election is one of the most crucial in our history. Lots at stake, part of it is the soul of America. There’s plenty of evil out there that want to tear the heart from this great country. Whether they realize it or not, they’re doin’ the devil’s biddin’. Ahh, but Pard, we know what the eternal result’s gonna be.
I see yuh’ve drunk yur fill, ’cause the pot’s empty. Makes me smile to know that I’ve helped yuh get a good start to yur day. Now mount up, check yur cinch first, and get on yur way. Oh, Pard–don’t forget to vote!
Vaya con Dios.