One time there was two farmers that lived a far piece out the road to Galena. They was always good friends, and Bill's oldest boy had been a-courting one of Sam's daughters. Everything was going fine till the morning they met down by the creek, and Sam was pretty goddamn mad. "Bill", says he, "from now on I don't want that boy of yours to set foot on my place."
"Why, what's he done?" asked the boy's daddy.
"He pissed in the snow, that's what he done, right in front of my house!"
"But surely there ain't no great harm in that," Bill says.
"No harm!" hollered Sam. "Hell's fire, he pissed so's it spelled Lucy's name, right there in the snow!"
"The boy shouldn't have done," says Bill. "But I don't see nothing so terrible bad about it."
"Well, by God I do!" yelled Sam. "There was two sets of tracks! And besides, don't you think I know my own daughter's handwriting?!"