I took this from a Facebook group where Tony had shared it. It’s well worth reading.
Tony’s Campfire Tales
The long day had waned. The sun was down. The gear was packed. Tomorrow we would leave the wilderness peace for the city. The last campfire blazed.
I filled two tin cups with good whisky and handed one to my girl.
“Tell me a story,” she said.
“What kind of story? Romance?”
She shook her head. “No. Tell me about some selfish ratbag, who gets his just deserts.”
“Okay,” I said. “How’s this?”