That’s what I get. I offer to share my brandy with a darky, and she dumps it in a bucket she uses for the contents of a thunder mug. Thank you very much. I went from the jail down to the saloon and tied one on, then went to the house I rent on the edge of The Shadows Plantation and fell down the steps going to the privy and knocked myself out. I woke up in the morning as sick as a gut-shot dog and was refused service in the café at the end of Main Street because, according to the owner, I was “not washed.”
