"Now, we're gettin' there. Did he say anything particular about Bill Wingo?"
"He said he was gonna shoot him."
"What for?"
"For being sheriff, or something. I don't remember that exactly."
"You've remembered enough. What kind of a looking man was this drunk?"
"Oh, he was an old, old man."
"Old, huh? How old?"
"Oh, about your age."
Billy began to feel like Methuselah. "What did he look like in the face?"
The winsome Winnie looked at him critically. "Something like you in the face. Sort of scrubby-looking and dirty—except maybe his whiskers wasn't so long as yours."