I feared for
my hide when Housty marched me out of the saloon at gunpoint. I’ve never seen
her so riled and it took a whole lot of explaining to calm her down. Course straightening
her out good and proper had to wait until we got home, where I laid her on the
table and pulled up a chair. In couple of shakes her pants were on the floor
and her legs were over my shoulders, and when I set to peach guzzling, she had
no mind to quarrel anymore.
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