After all items were battened down and luggage given a protective cover of feed sacks, duckmen and ducks rolled out in comparative quiet. But at the first gasoline stop, the waterfowl were fooled by the bright lights into thinking it was morning.

Years ago, there were internal company standards for dark center (ink color) hickeys and for white voids in solids/type.

We tried to catch him, but he had already buggered off.

Little Mr. Crow shook the dice up and down in his balled hands so long that the Butcher growled Come on! Come on! Get done, man! He continued to rattle the bones between his palms, and the Butchers red face twisted up into a scowl.