Hooee

"[…] stink like hell.” “Any scissors around? I'd better cut mine.” “Where's your knife?” “Don't have one.” “Hooee, some fucking fisherman. Follow me.” Steve went to the cabin, pulled open his drawer beneath the bunks, and handed up a worn[…]

"Hooee, hombre, you stink of fire n' brimstone," Harry Castro commented as he put the Tahoe into first gear, heading very slowly up the ramp.