posted on Aug, 20 2020 @ 09:17 PM
I don’t know what the crazy bastard was trying to prove. He couldn’t hit my horse, who was down in the wash, and he couldn’t hit me, ‘long
as I was behind this boulder. I bet he don’t have provisions, but I have two Chukars, and lots of corn dodgers.
Well screw him. I’m going to clean and eat them. I made a small fire and began roasting the partridges with a lil’ pinch of gunpowder for
Ol’ Scratch stood and said, “I’ll see you agin, when you ain’t so well fortified,” and he walked into the hard valley.