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LAST ROUNDUP
DAY TWO (Part Four):
The Endless Mutha Effin’ Time Warp of Tuesday.
“This town ain’t big enough for the three of us.”
I thought in every Western there were gangs of outlaws waiting to run people out of town. Or it’s the sheriff trying to run off the outlaws. No matter what, there’s always somebody who’s pissed that somebody else is there, and wants them to leave. That’s more or less the storyline.
Believe me, I’m more than happy to play along. I wouldn’t even put up a fight. No need to draw pistols. I come and go in peace, even if I don’t speak the language. Me just want van back.
If only I were a horse thief, this rodeo thing would come in handy. But, no. I never bothered to learn horse thieving, or any other cowboy traits that could serve me now. All those years of
