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Sounds of shouts and gunshots echoed in the night. The
boys were runnin’ naked, drunk, and frisky out in the dark.
Coyote returned my kiss, and we settled down to the
serious business of him plowing my ass, me not knowing
then what I found out later about how McKenzie, two nights
before, worse than poachin’ my traps, had poached Coyote’s
butt that I thought was mine...
...And all the trouble that caused!
...And how I had to take my revenge on that fuckin’
redhead.
But that’s another story.

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