Trinity moseys out of the brush up to the house carying two jugs. He looks at Slims container of yogurt and cuckles: "Here Slim, Ah got some home brew righcheer."
He passes a jug to stoneypete and assumes his position in the hammock. As his stomach rumbles he asks: "Is there any more of them prairie puppies left? Jest poke a couple of 'em on a stick an bring 'em on over here, please."