Coy Blakes Ranch

Rufus showed Grant his condoms, do you even know what these are for, Grant? What? Ha ha, therefore keeping in your wallet. At night they heard the intermittent thumps of old make and break pop and jonnies at faraway oil wells. They spent two hours setting the brace post and were sick of the whole thing. Coy had sent one of his most disagreeable cowboys to compel this work,. A scrawny old man in a sweat-stained stetson with a home rolled hanging from his lower lip. Rufus said, let's ease on over there and check this out.