“Okay, Okay! Yer a big scary ghost!” Bubba replied with a loud laugh.
“Bubba, what ya got planned fer the rest of the night?” Willy Eugene asked as he got up off of the sofa and made his way to the coffee pot.
“Tonight? Why?”
”Well, I thought, since Maude is out and all, we’uns could hop down to old man Cisco’s place and pull a few Holler-ween tricks on ‘em,” Willy replied.
Bubba said nothing for many long minutes.
”Bubba Lee, you still with us? Yer dawg’s barkin’, but there ain’t no coon,” Willy asked.
“Yep, I’m still heah, Willy Eugene. I was jess a-think’ ‘bout when we was young. Man, did we ever have some serious fun, huh? Let’s do ‘er,” Bubba replied.
They arrived down the road from the Cisco place just a little before ten. They got out of the truck and donned camouflage overalls. Willy put on a stocking cap, while Bubba kept his “Lort’s Feedlot and Bridal Gowns” cap on.
Bubba watched Willy reach down and pick up a handful of dust from the road. He was disgusted as the man spit a long steam of brown tobacco juice onto his dirt filled hand.
What in the blazes is this idjet a-doin’? Bubba asked himself, but he didn’t have to wonder what Willy was doing for very long. Willy Eugene then rubbed his hands together and then smeared the sticky mess on his face.
Looking up, Willy noticed the look on Bubba’s face, “I learnt that when I was in the Ma-rines. Camo-flu-gie. Makes me invistable to others.”
“Makes ya a dip stick in mah neck of the woods. Ya mean to tell me the Marines done gave all you fellers ‘baccer juice and dirt, so ya could a-practice being idjets?”
“Not zackly. They jess tolt us ‘bout it. Said we could use yern too, iffen we had to. Onliest, I don’t gotta go right now.” Willy gave a big grin.
Thank goodness fer that, Bubba thought, then said to Willy, “Well, I’m happy I was in the army then.”
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