#whiskey truth

[cupidford]

Whiskey Truth by Cap1942

Johnlock Love Letters #2192

Recently out of work in Wyoming, cowboy and farmer John not only finds work but becomes infatuated and amazed by the head farmer’s youngest son Sherlock.

[rootandrock]

"You floated them bones in the water that cools the still, and makes me drip like honey from it's spout." said [Ol' Bent and Bowed]. "There is no part of witchin' ain't part of somethin' else, and that's a good thing. So when you're witchin' it spreads out like lightning. It touches down somewhere else. It cracks and it rumbles."

Is that why sometimes it goes so far, and sometimes it touches right back down to blast a crater at my feet? (He laughs at this)

"Might be. Might just be. There ain't a part of me that ain't divine, and nothing you and I don't share. You take me back into you to 'member the bits of ya that your big ol' brain tells you don't matter. You find some good truth when we sit a spell."