The two young men had been drinking in the open field in rural Kentucky most of the night. “Billy Ray”, Jimmy said, “ya know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna shoot the next damn thing that moves.”
“Includin’ me, Jeemy?”, Billy asked.
“No, a course not you Billy. But anythin’ else, I’m gonna shoot it.” Truth be told, Jimmy knew it was late, and they’d likely just finish their beers and drunk-drive themselves home.