Apache Hawk 60642 Posted November 20, 2011 Share Posted November 20, 2011 I sat out to ride the line. Had folks on picket and needed to check on them...to see what they needed and to see if they where roating right. And they where. Each time as I rode closer I would call out to the picket line, least I get shot ! Everything was fine so I headed back to camp. As I entered into camp, I unsaddled my Appy, toweled him down, curyed and combed him and checked his hoofs and shoes. Then I head over to where Grizz was setting, drinking something sweet smelling.....Something I never had before. "How's the pickets ?" Grizz asked. "Fine......." I said. "Don't know what dat sweet smelling stuff yur drinkin' but I think I'll have some !" Crying One came over with a cup of that hot stuff and I poured some whiskey into the cup and sipped on it. "Now...dis is good !" I said and smiled at Grizz. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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