Switchblade

“If anybody messes with us, they’ll get whupped like a redheaded stepchild!” He pulled something from his pocket, and a sharp click followed.

Josh saw that his new friend had a six-inch switchblade in his hand. “I thought those things were illegal.”

“Blamed guvmint tries to run a man’s business!” Reb complained. “Tell him what to plant, and how much. And sayin’ he can’t make shine—and we don’t stand for it. Anyways, this ain’t Arkansas, is it?”