A tall, handsome man with sandy hair stopped on the walk across the street. "What's the matter, Bord? You in trouble?"
"Seems like. There's a body in the street an' our postmistress is reading the riot act over it. You'd think she's never seen a dead man . . . at her age."
"Less you say about her age to her, the better off you'll be, Bord." He glanced at the body. "Who is it? Some drunk?"
"Prob'ly. I never did see so many men couldn't handle liquor. They get to drinkin' that block an' tackle whiskey and right away there's trouble."
"Block an' tackle whiskey?"
"Sure," Chantry chuckled at the old joke. "One drink an' you'll tackle anything."
(from Borden Chantry, by Louis L'Amour)
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