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Forty minutes later we pulled into a long dirt road that eventually ended at what looked like a horse ranch. She dragged me from the car and led me toward a corral where another woman, also dressed in jeans, boots and a cute western top was standing. Kneeling next to her was a poor wretch dressed only in shorts. He had his arms around her legs and seemed to be pleading with her. As we approached she slapped him with her whip and he dropped down, kissing her boots.
“Hi, Sherry said there was one before me. I guess that’s him,” my wife said, indicating the unfortunate at the woman’s feet.
“Yes, it’s his lucky day and perhaps mine,” the woman said.
“Yes, a million dollars is quite a nice sum,” my wife said, “but I’ve heard she’s never had to pay.”
“So I’ve been told,” the woman said.
