The waiter grinned. "They say you guys from the hills do take pot shots at each other."
"We have to have some entertainment."
"How many more days you got?"
"After tomorrow, I'll no longer be a guest here."
"They say," the waiter pursued his interrogation, "that you and another guy fought over some muskrats?"
"For once," Andy agreed, "rumor got something right."
"Really?"
"Really."
"And you're in jail on account of some muskrats?"
"That's right."