Wet Beef and Dry Bones

and wet beef and dry bones. It all started when California and I are returning to a trip in the Mexico. We were riding through the broken country that lies east of Calaverty in order to avoid massacre Canyon.

They're in clear of massacre Canyon with California's idea. A lot of strange stories that sprung up about the Canyon, and even though California wouldn't admit he believed them, he still couldn't see any sense in taking chances.

You suppose any such thing could be true, Huffy? Well, do you? I'm asking a question. Oh, oh, I'm sorry, California. Afraid I wasn't listening. Er, no, you wasn't. Don't call it. That's the way you are.

Soon to start talking, you start thinking about something else. Self-reflection, California. You'll keep it up and you'll be needing protection. Alright, I'm sorry. Go ahead, start over again. What was it you wanted to know?

I was just asking all about them Redskins that got massacred in massacred Canyon hunting. That's all. Uh, the way I hear it, when a dark night comes, when there ain't no moon, them Redskins come alive again and go hoping to know how they're through the Canyon.

You suppose there's any fruit in it? I wouldn't know. I've never been there. Oh, just a lot of talk, of course. I ain't swallowing any of that for no siree. I rest a hoppy. They say anybody sees them red skins don't never live to tell about it. Think there could be anything in there?

Well I've heard a lot of people who've seen Indians and haven't lived to tell about it. Live Indians, naturally. I wouldn't know much about them after they've turned into ghosts. Neither would I know. I don't know much about any ghosts except there ain't a powerful on the meat on them. Wait a second, California. Look ahead there. Hey, ain't that