ELLIOT JOHANSON STORY CHAPTER 14

 

It seems as if I have lived two lifetimes already and I have just turned twenty one.

Clarisse is three years older than me and is already married for three years and Missy is my age and has been married for a couple of years.  I never hear from or about them but I suppose they are doing fine.  They used to call me Cousin Elliot but we ain’t any kin just raised together.

Normally I’m not afraid of anything but there is something beginning to happen that scares me.  It is almost like a disease that comes upon people and they have no power to fight it off.  Whatever it is seems to give people pleasure though it is a driving force in those affected by it.  This a little hard to define but the symptoms are; they have a driving that can only be squelched by finding a mate for someone.

Though it is just beginning there are a multitude of people who won’t be satisfied until they get me married.  So far I have been able to fight off their attempts to accomplish this.  

Because of the violence in my past brought on by others such as my whole family being slaughtered it has been difficult to find the ability to love. I have substituted loyalty for love but that doesn’t fully satisfy.

Lately being around Sid’s kids have stirred an unknown something in me but it has a long way to go to become a deep down passionate feeling for someone.

The good side of my nature has allowed a stream of people to parade their marital choice before me but none of them has tweaked any interest in me at all.  In fact it has had the opposite effect in most cases.

Mayfield’s wife Clara has been quite active in this pursuit and apparently has become vexed by my no responsiveness to her efforts.  I guess she figured if she ran enough females before me I would be obligated to select one for martial bliss.

Also I have had to fend off most of the community’s effort on my behalf.  It is as if I’m lost and they are trying to save me while I don’t feel or want to be saved.

I’m hoping this is a temporary illness and eventually it will run its course though I fear some may be addicted to this malady and after they have got their fix by marrying me off they will seek another fix by getting someone else some happiness.

Clara, being a little perturbed came right and said to me, “Just what are you looking for in a wife and what will you settle for?”

I hesitated to answer that for I knew she would have just what she wanted me to have. I thought I had a safe answer, but I was mistaken.

I said, “Well, the nearest one to what I would be satisfied with would be Missy but she is already married so that isn’t going to help me with my perceived problem.”  

I thought she was going to dance all over the place.  I was afraid of what was coming next.  

She almost shouted, “At last we are getting somewhere.  Missy is available! Her husband got the fever and has died, so she is a widow after a year and a half.  It’s almost as if she has never been married for her husband wasn’t around very much, if you know what I mean.”

That almost got me.  I said, “I hate to disappoint you Clara but I didn’t make myself clear.  I want someone like the old Missy before you changed her into what she has become, her schooling, her association with the society people and her marriage to the unwarranted snobs’ wasn’t what I was thinking of.  I wanted the old Missy not the new one.”

This was too large of a drop for Clara.  She was in the heavens and now she is back on earth evidenced by her saying; “Hell with you, find your own wife.”

This was uncharacteristic of her but the next day she was her old self again and on the hunt.  I was facing what boxers call the one-two punch.

One I wasn’t looking to get married and two I knew about every marriageable gal in the country and none did anything for me.

There were a couple of women that was already married that was of some interest but I wasn’t going there.  I was just being honest but quiet about it and didn’t want to peak their interest.

Finally all this pressure from Clara and others was getting to me and I was going to starting offending if it kept up.  The ranch was running smoothly and I wasn’t needed unless there was trouble so I decided to take a trip.  I didn’t care where just so long as it wasn’t here; South, north, east or west or any which way.

It seemed there was more land to the west and fewer people so west it was.  I took enough money with me and set it up where I could get money out of the bank if I needed it and after saying goodbye to everybody at a party they threw for me I was away.

After I was gone Sid said I hope you all are satisfied.  You run him off with your meddling into his affairs.  This brought out a chorus of denials that they had anything to do with it.  I spent two months going up and down the west coast and then headed to Oregon.  It was pretty green country unless you got over into the eastern part which was pretty dry.

I was planning to go on up to Washington but changed my mind and caught a ship to Alaska.  Alaska was a place where you would wear your guns which didn’t bother me. 

 

There was a job for a deputy open but no one wanted it.  I can’t say I wanted it either.  

After a few days it was cut fish, roust drunks, or head for the gold fields.  Oh yes there was another option and that was to go back to Oregon which is what I eventually did.  

The main reason I left Alaska was sooner or later I would have shot someone.  There were a lot of men who were potential back shooters there.

They were men who failed at mining and were desperate for some money.  If they spotted someone with money they would tail him until they were alone and then either knife him or shoot him with a small caliber gun.

The small caliber gun made less noise and couldn’t be heard over all the racket that was coming from the saloons.  After the third attempt happening me I decided it would be best to leave there.  I busted the guys up pretty bad but it was better than them being dead.  From those encounters I got a couple of small guns and a couple of knives.

The boat ride was a lot of fun both ways.  The card sharks tried to get me in their games but to no avail.  Once again I didn’t want to get into an altercation with a card cheat.  

At the fort some years ago a card sharp had to run for his life and he joined the army and came west to the fort.  It was he who taught me how most of the cheats worked.  If a guy cheated me I would challenge him and the result would be him drawing a derringer and me killing him.  This was good enough reason for me not to gamble.

I landed in a town called Eugene where there was a fairly new school that was a university or they were working on it. I took a job as a security officer. 

It was mostly walking around and making sure everyone was behaving themselves.  I used the athletic room to help keep in shape.  Running was something I had never done and I enjoyed watching the guys do things I couldn’t like jumping in the sand box. 

It wasn’t too far to the woods where I could do some shooting.  I noticed I was slowing down a little in drawing and getting a shot off.  After going out in the woods for three weeks everything became normal again.  I was planning on doing everything I could to stay out of trouble.

While making my rounds in one of the dorms I saw one of the students cheating at the card game they were playing and winning the money for school from them. I took him outside and slapped him around until he agreed to return all the money he had fleeced from them.

After I had been at the college for a year and been gone from the ranch two years I received a letter from Sid about some serious trouble there. I packed up and headed home.

While at the school I met some of the prettiest girls I had ever seen.  They were smart and while this may sound strange, they were clean.  I went out with several of them but was told by the administrators not to get too friendly for it might affect how I did my job.

As I was on the train going home I thought about the ones I kinda liked and there was one that stood out from rest. Looked like nothing would ever come of it since I was going to be fifteen hundred miles away from her.

 

To be concluded 

ELLIOT JOHANSON STORY CHAPTER 13

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El burned the Girls Wagon for Virus Protection

The next day El went over to Sid’s place to check on the woman.  Lucy said the doctor said she just needs some food and rest and should be alright in a couple of weeks.

 

Lucy said, “There is something you might ought to know about this girl.  I say girl although she is about fifteen, she has been with a man probably many times.”

 

El said, “How do you know that?”

 

“The doctor made a through examination to make sure she wasn’t pregnant. It would be best if she moved on when she recovers for there is some unpleasant history here that we don’t need to know and get involved in.”

 

El said, “Okay I’ll take your word on that.  I’m going to be tied up for a couple of days but I’ll check back on her as soon as I can.”

 

It had been a week since El found the young girl and she was up on her feet and helping Lucy some.  El visited her again and he gave her the things he took from the wagon.  He related why he burned the wagon and how he buried the body that was in the cabin.

She said, “If there anything you want to know then just ask me.  You are the only I will talk to for you are the one who saved me and have the right to know.”

 El thought of Lucy’s warning and said, “No I don’t want to know anything for it doesn’t concern me.”

 

“Good,” she said, “That ends it.  Did you find my music box?”

 

“It is in your bag with the pictures.”

Once again she said, “Good.”

 Later when El was at the Mayfield’s Clara said, ‘Now let me get this straight; she is just getting up on her feet and leaving and going to town?”

“That’s what I understand,” El said.  “In any case I’m done with it or at least I hope I am.”

After the girl arrived in town she sold her two horses and the next day she left for the west by train.  The day after she left there were two men found stabbed to death in the hotel and they had been robbed.

 

As El was getting ready to leave town the doctor ran into him and asked how the young woman was.  El said, “She got well and left town.”

 

The doctor said, “I didn’t know if she was going to make it for a while.  The arsenic she had been taking almost done her in.”

 

El said, “Why on earth would she be taking arsenic?”

 

Doctor said he didn’t know, and the only cases he treated for arsenic poisoning was when someone other than the person being poisoned was doing the poisoning.

 

“That makes you think don’t it?” the doctor said as he went to his office.

 

As El rode one of the Bobs home he wondered if the girl knew the two men who were stabbed and robbed.  He wondered if Lucy knew more than she was telling for she warned El not to get involved with the girl.

 

As the ranch came into view he mused, some things are better not known.

When the two ponies both named Bob saw the barn they started acting up for they knew they were going to be fed.  Sid’s oldest baby who was six years old had claimed one of the Bobs as her own.  She said she could tell them apart but El couldn’t.  The one she claimed, she would give him an apple each day.

El could see slowly the horse was beginning to take up with her.  He told Sid she might be too young to ride a high spirited horse like Bob.

Sid said, His name has been changed to Babe and he answers to that now.”

El said, “Well I’m turning him over to you and you do as you see fit.”

This young sprout of Sid is about six years old now, and she has progressed from her first enterprise which was herding the chickens, then running the calf ranch where the hands would bring any orphaned calves to the barn.

 

Then Lessee would feed them until they were old enough to eat on their own in the pasture land set aside for them.  She would climb upon the corral fence and call babe (as she called him) over to her and she would grab his mane was on his back.

When it got this far Sid began to be worried and said she would need to have a hackamore on him so she could have some control over him.  Lessee argued that she already had control over him for he responded to her feet.

Sid made a light weight hackamore from cotton cords and put that on the horse.  She complained that it interfered with her grasping his mane and was going to cause her to fall off.  He finally gave in and tied it around Babe’s neck. Riding in the corral didn’t satisfy Lessee and she finally talked Sid into going riding with her out on the range.

Sid put a rope around Babe’s neck and they rode together every chance they got.  

Sid told El, “It won’t be long before she will be riding all over the ranch and helping move the cattle around.  I never saw a horse take to a child like that Babe has taken to Leslie.  Her little arms have gotten stronger and she sticks to his back like glue.”

El went to town and was approached by the sheriff.  He said come by the office before you leave town.  Some time later El went into the sheriff’s office and the sheriff said for El to sit down for he had some information that might interest him.

He said, “You remember that girl you had doc to treat for arsenic poisoning?”

El said, “Yes, have you heard from her?”
 

The sheriff said, “Yes… err not exactly.”  He continued, “A month ago a couple deputies came by here and wanted to talk to me about the two men that were stabbed.

The sheriff said there was one of them picture takers for a western story book here and he wanted to take the pictures of the dead men so I said go ahead but I wanted a copy of the pictures.  

To go on with the story I showed the pictures to the deputies and they looked at each other and one of them said; that’s them.  The one deputy said these men talked a bunch of people into selling their property and they were going to lead them to some lush green land that was for free, just for filing on it.

They got a dozen families together and they headed out.  One by one the families died out and the men would sell their outfits and keep the money.  It seems they were supplying the food and it was laced with arsenic.  

The people thought they had the flue and that was what was killing them.  The men brought a man out to check on them and that was his diagnosis.  The only thing was, he wasn’t a doctor just a man pretending to be one.

They said we tracked the men to this town and now that they are dead there is only one issue unsolved.  There is one wagon unaccounted for and all the money is missing.”  

The sheriff said, “I told them about the girl and how her parents were dead.  I told them how you found her and brought her to the doctor and he cured her.”  

We spent a few hours going over the whole situation and came to the conclusion the girl must have killed the men and left with the money.  

The deputies left and went on the same train she went on and sent me a letter saying; we found where she stayed for a couple of days but couldn’t find out where she went to.

Some say she went south, some say north and some are sure she took a ship to the East Indies.  The trail has gone cold and we are heading home.”

 

After thinking about it for awhile El said, “Sid is a good tracker but I don’t think even he can track her.”

 

He thanked the sheriff for the update.  It left a lot of unanswered questions but at least he buried the mother and saved the daughter and that was all he could do under the circumstances.

It had been two years since El has had to draw down on anyone and he hoped it would continue to be this way.

To be Continued 

 

THAT BIG OLE SKILLET

My Continued Stories will resume soon.  Hope you have liked these short stories while waiting.

 

 

I must have been every bit of four when I became enamored with the big skillet at our house. We had some other size skillets but they were extra for when we had the kin folks over.  

 

What really got me going was when we had company and Gram would get up early (I’m talking like four in the morning) and start the fire in the cook stove.

 

As I lay in bed I would wait to hear the big skillet being dragged across the top of the cast iron stove and then the sizzle of some corn dodger being fried first.

 

With every clatter a new image popped into my mind for I knew just what was happening.  The sound of the dodger being scraped from the skillet and being put into the warmers over the stove (That dodger was great to snack on between meals) meant the next step was the ham being fried in big batches.

 

The smell of that ham was always too much for me and out of the bed I came and into the kitchen in my drawers. I would sit myself down and as soon as the first batch of ham was done I would ask Gram for a slice.

 

I would trim off the fat around the ham while waiting for it to cool enough to eat. Then it was just me and that mouth watering slice of ham. That would hold me until the grits, biscuits, eggs, potatoes and two kinds of gravy was ready.

 

That skillet full of fried potatoes would feed all that could fit around the table and more.  Gram had some other skillets that weren’t quite as large as the big one but it was my favorite because it would hold much more.

 

The old coffee pot was about four times as big as a regular one it took a lot of drinking to empty it out.

 

The cast iron pot was always ready for whatever kind of beans Du’juor.  A lot of those large butterbeans had been cooked in that pot and a lot more to come. They were about the size of a quarter when done.

 

Polk salad and turnip greens, yams and everything pork, I ate it all.

 

Possums I skipped for they were too greasy even for me.

 

Squirrels and rabbits were a delight and of course chicken finger licking fried or boiled with dumplings.

 

The orchard provided fresh fruit in the summer and then canned for the winter.

 

The bees made honey and the sorghum cane gave molasses.

 

The skillet and the pot made it all but gourmet eating for us country folks.

 

Thinking about this made me hungry for some “Corn Bread and Butterbeans” and my honey across the table. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xOxHyTP91c

 

Really Love a Woman

To Really Love a Woman

Songs come and go.

Some say nothing while others at least touch you for a while.

 

Most are little more than a vapor that disappears before your eyes. But there are those which endure. The music carries the lyrics so long as one doesn’t fail the other which is sad indeed.

 

True songs of romance are getting harder to discover for as truth in love becomes less cherished the need for love’s expression fails to inspire the minstrel of Eros.

 

The pathway to true love teaches one of their capacity for desire and the fiery urgency to discover the one object worthy of your full release of passion.

 

The one and only for a lifetime. The question have you ever loved a woman must needs be answered by all men.

 

Lyrics- Have you ever really loved a woman

 

To really love a woman, to understand her

You gotta know her deep inside

Hear every thought, see every dream

And give her wings when she wants to fly

Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms

You know you really love a woman

 

When you love a woman,

Tell her that she's really wanted

When you love a woman, tell her that she's the one

'Cause she needs somebody to tell her

That it's gonna last forever

So tell me have you ever really

Really really ever loved a woman?

 

To really love a woman 

Let her hold you,

'Til you know how she needs to be touched

You've gotta breathe her, really taste her

'Til you can feel her in your blood

And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes

You know you really love a woman
 

 

When you love a woman,

Tell her that she's really wanted

When you love a woman, tell her that she's the one

She needs somebody to tell her

That you'll always be together

 

So tell me have you ever really,

Really really ever loved a woman?

 

You got to give her some faith, hold her tight

A little tenderness, gotta treat her right

She will be there for you, takin' good care of you

You really gotta love your woman...

 

Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms

You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, tell her

That she's really wanted

When you love a woman tell her that she's the one

 

She needs somebody to tell her

That it's gonna last forever

So tell me have you ever really,

Really really ever loved a woman?

 

Just tell me have you ever really,

Really, really, ever loved a woman?

Just tell me have you ever really,

Really, really, ever loved a woman?

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2ReqwUFhrI

 

I REMEMBER SEEING HER

This is a true story and is shared at “Tell Me a True Story.”

I wondered if this mature woman could not get a husband

 

 

It was in the summer of 1948 some 65 years ago that I first saw her.

 

I had been converted during that summer revival meeting while she was on vacation. It was a couple of weeks later when she returned back to the church.

 

I was raised among ladies who applied makeup in layers and rouged their cheeks and wore bright lipstick that came off on what or whoever it touched.

Their hair was another story being whatever color they wanted.

 

In this conservative church I was attending, the women wore very little makeup if any and no lipstick leaving them with a natural look. There were a few who would put on a light color lipstick when they weren’t attending church but that was about it.

 

The woman I’m speaking of had an unusual hair treatment with and was between thirty five and forty years old I judged, and if she had a husband he wasn’t around.

 

Being new in the church I wondered if she couldn’t find a husband or why she seemed to be alone.  I knew there were several older women who as of yet weren’t married.

 

I concluded that because she was rather plain, and she appeared to be single.

 

Now you must understand these were just random thoughts I had and there were many other people I was trying to get to know.

 

As I began to put people together I realized that she indeed was married and had three children. She had two daughters and one son.  I never associated with them other than being at church services where they always attended.

 

The older daughter had what you might call a bit of an independent spirit which concerned her mother to no end and caused her to spend extra time praying for the girl and also for an unknown male person.

 

She realized this young woman was looking for a boy friend and the mother wanted her to find a Christian man.  After some time she fixed her prayers on a particular young man and she invited him over to eat Sunday dinner.

 

The young man spent most of the time on Sundays talking to the girl’s father until finally the scales fell from the young man’s eyes and he started to take interest in this young lady.

Eighteen and Lively

The young girl was a "lively young thing" which stimulated his interest and after considerable time the guy proposed to her. As the courtship heated up the wedding date kept moving until it was time for the nuptials.

 

After all the praying for an eventual husband for her daughter the mother began to worry if the fellow was going to be able to feed and take care of her. I’m not sure but I think she spent a lot of her time praying that her daughter wouldn’t starve.

 

The girl’s dad wanted the guy to go to work where he worked but the girl was totally against it for it would mean he would need to work on Sundays and miss a lot of church.

 

As it turned out the mother’s prayers prevailed and sixty five years later they are still together and overfed.

 

I observed most of what I have reported here and every once in a while the thought goes through my mind, “I wonder if she couldn’t find a husband” and it embarrasses me for it makes feel foolish.

 

BUCK JR.



Buck Jr. is a Fine Pup

 

 

I have heard people say, “I wonder what that dog is thinking.”

 

I being a dog would give you an example of what dogs think about.  You have to realize this is just a sample but it is a true event of what goes on between us canines.

 

My name is Buck and the story begins right after Buck Jr. was weaned.  I’m not much into pups when they depend on their Ma for sustenance, but when they declare their independence then I take up with them.

 

Buck Jr. was a pup that needed a lot of discipline and at first I saw to it that he got it. By the time he was six months old he could keep up with me and it was after that we were always together.

 

I taught him that his nose was for something besides looking for food.  It wasn’t long before he could do a respectable job of tracking.  It was a little more difficult to teach him what to track and what to leave alone.

 

I had warned him to stay away from big cats and bears.  Like all young ones they have to learn some things the hard way.  He managed to make a bear mad and the next thing he learned was bears can run as fast as dogs.

 

If I hadn’t attracted his attention that bear would have himself a young pup.

 

Jr. was scared enough to avoid all the big stuff from then on.  He thought I was the toughest dog around and even more so after we went to the Badger in the barrel event.

 

I told Jr. to stay away from that badger for he was tough and mean.  After that badger had run several malicious looking dogs out of the barrel Jr. was convinced.

 

He made another mistake by saying that I could go in and bring that Badger out and kill him.  All the other dogs were laughing at him and saying I was afraid and couldn’t cope with that miserable critter.

 

The man that claimed to be my owner took me over and asked me if I wanted to give it a try, and I said, “I didn’t’ think so.”  After a coupled  more dogs got whipped I thought I might as well show these weaklings how it was done.

 

I went over and looked in while the badger rose up and was snarling.  As quick as lighting I hit the bottom of the barrel and grabbed him by the back and out of the barrel I came.  Real fast like, I dropped him in the middle of the crowd and watched them scatter dogs and all.

 

Jr. led the way of running in fact he out run most of the dogs as well as the hunters.

 

After the badger had run off all those brave souls they finally came back laughing with an embarrassed look on their face.

 

Jr. came back after a while and I congratulated him on how fast he could run.  He was proud of his old dad for he thought, “My pa is the toughest of them all.”

 

 He said, “How did you do that pa?”

 

 I said, “I just went and got him.”

 

“But all the other dogs tried and they couldn’t get him.”

 

“Okay I will tell you the secret or rather why they failed.  It wasn’t because they were not strong enough - - it was because they hesitated.  

 

Once you make up your mind whether you can whip the opponent or not then you go after them as fast as you can.  The humans have a saying ‘He who hesitates is lost,’ and that means dogs also.  If you can’t whip him like a big bear then you run but if you can handle him then do it fast and get it over.”

 

Jr. said, “Pa you are tough and smart too.”

 

“That’s alright Jr. but the thing is, are you learning anything?”

 

“Yea Pa, but when it comes to badgers for the time being it is time for me to run.”

 

I had to laugh at that for he was right, he didn’t have enough grit yet to try some things.

 

Our master wanted to go hunting one night and he gave a ‘let’s go’ whistle.

 

I told Jr. to wake up and get ready to go.  We loaded up in the pickup truck and were off to the woods.  There were four other hounds going with us and they made fun of Jr. until I let them know I would whip the bunch of them if they didn’t leave him alone for he was my boy.

 

That shut them up and now Jr. wanted to show them he was all hunting dog.

 

 It didn’t take long for us to hit a scent.  Jr. with his sharp nose was leading when he caught up with the varmint.  The rest of the pack including myself backed off and I told Jr. to do the same but he was so hyped up he didn’t hear me.

 

He lit into the skunk and it lay dead a moment later.  Jr. was looking proud but the other dogs wouldn’t come near him.

 

About ten days later Jr. smelled some better but on the ride home he got the smell on all of us.  I told Jr. that was the way to lose friends and disgust people at the same time.

 

He said his skunk hunting was over and for now on it would be coons and muskrats. There were a few other things Jr. had to be cured of; like chasing the chickens and eating with the pigs.

 

As he grew older he began to take on more and more of my traits and the master began to take to him as much as me which was alright.

 

The big change came when Jr. became the stud dog and replaced me.  That was the final step in becoming top dog in the camp and surprisingly I am taking my retirement rather well.

 

Jr. doesn’t come to me for advice anymore but if you ever see him just staring at you, just know he is trying to figure out, “What you are thinking.”

 

LATELY OF THE HILL COUNTRY 2

Because my wife's computer died, and she helps me post - - we are having to reconstruct my continued stories.  In the mean time I will be posting a short story now and then.  This is one of them !!



Straight from the Hills
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I met a man the other day and we struck up a conversation.

 

He sounded like he was from the south and since I was born south of the Mason –Dixon line I thought we might have something in common.

 

I asked him where he was from and he said; from the hills of Kentucky.  Then I asked how far back?  He said, about as far back as you can get.

 

He said he didn’t have a wife but was willing to have one if she was a good one.

 

While I was assuring him there must be a good one somewhere out there, he said the reason he left those hills was because there was several gals back there but none of them was any good, so he left and came to town.

 

I then I told him that it might have been his negativity that was the problem instead of the girls presentation.

 

Well that stopped him for a minute and after a while he finally spoke; he said, “You might be right.”

 

I then suggested that we itemize all his complaints and look at them one by one for I was sure that would change his evaluation of the gals back home.

 

He said, “For one thing they is ugly.”  

 

I said, “What makes you think they are ugly?”

 

He answered, “I seen some pictures of some pretty gals that’s how I know.”

 

I decided to move on and come back to that point later.  “What else can you think of?: I asked.

 

He said, “They don’t smell nice, in fact they stink and if you want to know how I know they stink, it’s because they smell like the hogs.”

 

At this point I was losing my objectivity but I went on and asked, “What else?”

“They can’t cook, clean house, cut wood or any chores they should.  They also don’t wash their clothes, themselves, comb their hair, they don’t wear drawers and show themselves off from time to time.”

 

I thought for a while and said; Welcome to the city.”

 

I hadn’t seen him for a while and I asked his friend where he was for I would like to see him.

 

He told me that he had returned back to the hills.  I inquired why for I thought he was adjusting to the city life.  

 

He told me that after meeting several city gals and getting to know them he decided them hill gals wasn’t so bad after all.  Also he had to get back to some real music.

 

I was stunned at that, but as the old saying goes; all’s well that ends well.

 

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