Injuns was everwhere! Hoopin & hollarin. Kicken up a horses ass load o dust, ya see. Thar wuz more Arra's in the air then critters in my short and curlie's. I wuz contemplatin tuckin my tale, headin of toward the hills, or simply wettin myself.
A tough decision I reckon, givin the predicament.
I opted for the latter, but it didn't shame me none. After all, Colonel Custard, had already crapped his draws and emptied out, then crapped again.
I can prove it! Look there on my boot!
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