"Miss Sookie, that you?" Knowing that sweet Louisiana drawl. Or he thought he did. Her's and Izzy's stood out among a whole pile of yankees. It seemed they were knees deep in blue. It was nice to hear her voice.
It wasn't much warmer without the roof over his head, but it was enough that his teeth wasn't chattering. Or maybe it was the whiskey bottle that sat on the table within reach that kept that from happening. The stove stack had a steady plume of smoke pouring from it.