I do not know where Mama got that damned whirligig. She must have either traded some of her top grade moonshine for it, or she tricked someone out of it. Or maybe a little of both.
Gracie hates the flying whirligig, that looks like a big brass dragonfly about the length of her arm. Uses it for target practice. She cannot hit it, though she can shoot most anything. She gets lots of practice running off revenuers and such, or folks who think a mother and daughter running a still on their own up in the mountains make an easy target.
When the still blows up, Gracie and Mama save what they can. But who would destroy their home that way? And why? And how can the whirligig help?
"Gracie and the Whirligig"—the first of the Gracie stories—tells the tale of Mama and Gracie and coming back from the ashes.