Hooking up the propane, Aquacop was quite upset to find the old rusty propane tank had finally run out. Strapping on his shoulder holster, he made his way out to his car. The deep rumble of his '70 Cuda rumbled and echoed back from the nearby hillside. Heading west back into town on highway 77, he had no idea that coming up fast behind him was Tex, thundering down the road in his rust primer red Ford stepside that his Paw had bought from Henry Ford himself. His only purpose at this moment was to settle up with the varmit that killed his best ranch-hand. Hell, killed that Shane fella too.

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Put me on wheels and I'll turn tricks.

Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these