This is a re-blog of a story that fits the subject matter of Deadly Dangers at Cross Creek Ranch, yesterday’s post.
My trophy wife, Sugar, was outside with the dogs while I watched Chisum. As it turned out, viewing the John Wayne movie was a good way to prepare for my imminent deadly showdown.
I heard my wife’s alarming scream. Then she called out to me, “Al, come out here. Hurry!” I moseyed up from the couch, ever obedient, ever vigilent.
I still did not know what she was frightened about. (Girls can be overly dramatic and mysterious). I empathetically inquired about what was troubling her. Her response was not responsive to my question. She uncalmly commanded, “Get a gun.” Well, that was the main idea. She was much more eloquent.
As an aside, in order to give some background to the scenario, I want you, gentle readers, to be informed that Sugar grew up in Texas. Also, she is of Italian extraction. You may combine your prejudiced stereotypes as you imagine her emotional communication.
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