“Barney, be quiet, for God’s sake. Don’t alert the whole county that we’re out here,” Lester whispered.
“I’m trying, Lester, but the leaves and limbs on this forest floor make noise when you walk on them.”
“The moonshine still is right over here, Barney. Behind the old car. Just stand right there.”
Lester grabs the something that turns out to be a camouflage tarp and pulls it loose. A moonshine still was under it. Barney got the supplies for the mash to make the ‘shine out of the truck and they went to work. A combination of water, cracked corn, sugar, and yeast. Lester told Barney to go on home.
Lester was serving as the guard of the still that night. Before Barney left, he got Lester’s guns out of the truck. A pistol and an automatic rifle, an AR-15. That should take care of snoops and lawmen.