ᏣᎵᏍᏙᏂ ᏓᏳᎶᏒ ᎠᏧᏣ ᏓᏆᎧᎾᏅ ᏃᎴ ᏭᏅᎦᎳᎲ ᏓᏍᏔᏅᏅ, ᏧᏍᎩᏃᎢ ᎤᏛᏅ, ᏰᎵᏉ ᏦᎳ ᎠᎩᏩᎯᏍᏙᏗ ᏱᏗᏥᏒᏁ ᏃᏉ ᎠᏓᎴᏂᏍᎩ, ᎠᏎᏃ ᎦᏳᎳ ᎭᏁᏌᎦ.
The Charleston boy looked at me and wiped the last grid away with a sweep of his palm and said, Hell, I could have won tobacco money off him from now on out, but you’ve boogered that all up.