"Takes the edge off, that's for sure. The edge and anythin' lying underneath, at least for a few hours. Used to drink it when I was a teenager. Didn't taste much better."

Raylan tossed his rock from the side, well clearing the gap and burying it undramatically into the snow. Little more power next toss, that's what he got from it. As he spoke, he kicked around and found another suitable rock

"I barely see even a bunch of shit. No cars, no drugs, no liquor, not even cooking sherry. Place has been scrubbed. Some say it's a front. A staged set up. Don't know how I feel about that. This asshole is the first thing that's not weather. Anything too big, we might be too close to see it, that's my concern."