whisky-flushed

Updated: May 9, 2025

In the dim light he saw the gleam of a weapon raised before him, reached out and wrenched it away from the owner, and threw it far over his shoulder into the weeds. "Who said a Lorrigan run? I want that man!" "I said it," bellowed a whisky-flushed man whose face was strange to him. "I said it, and I say it agin. I say a Lorrigan!" He lifted his gun above the pressure of excited men and women.

B. M. Bower - Rim o' the World