Blood Money

The exciting story of the early west. Blood money. It was good to be heading home even though the bar 20 was a rugged hundred miles to the south, across a stretchy desert even the rats had forsaken.

The rodaio and eagle city had been a whopping success. The effect of it still lingered in the muscles and reminded a man he was only second best when it came to calling as tears' blood.

Oh, oh my back! Oh, puppy. What is it, California? Do you mind if I act like a human being and say I'm come ready to give out? Oh, why are you stomaching? I thought it was your back.

It's oh, my back's so tired I can hardly keep the salad. In my stomach so empty, it feels like I swallowed a couple of of the whole. Well, I won't do much longer now, California.

We'll rest at 10-point for an hour or two and maybe 10-point and rustle up some rust for it. If you can't, there's gonna be one less horse in the world. This Tim Bucklet must be an all-fired good friend of your job.

He is. You're willing to go 25 miles out of your way to see him. He is. Tim and I were careful together. Back when we were cutting out our IT. Haven't seen him in nearly two years.

We'll be still living in twin bluffs. I'm beginning to wonder if there is a twin bluffs. This shortcut to the hills just seems to be taking us further and further from civilization. far away now. It's taking about make believe you're.

Wait. What's that? I'm never the river. You think the CUNY? Can't say so. Oh yeah. It looks like a man of digging. Now what do you suppose he'd be digging for up here in the hills?