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Cactus Jim stood tall and erect, guitar in one hand, beer in the other. He was from Purgatory Canyon, Arizona. A real shithole if there ever was one.
Jim had been wandering the desert his whole life. Punching cattle, ranching, the whole deal. But what Cactus Jim loved more than anything...well, almost more than anything...was singing. The only thing he loved more than singing was f*****g. And Jim was pretty good at both. Just ask any woman west of the Mississippi River if they've heard of Cactus Jim...they'll all say the same thing...
Great voice. Great f**k. Some men are just like that. Naturally gifted. Damn if it ain't a cruel old world for the rest of us.
Swallowing down a warm beer, Jim raised his guitar and began to strum. Rich tones from his guitar as he started to sing...
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