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Posted by Shannon Lone Eagle on November 21, 2006, 23:19:50 Nuff Said.
Hello! Run me Mules up ta Deacon's digs last week. Now ol Deacon be a bit poorly in his health so a bunch a us skinners rendezvoused upta his camp in honor. There be Trapper Bill and all him family, Crazy Joe and Bride, Harv and his Bride. Me and the Bear were there with bells and Deacons sons qued a pig on a spit. Joe went to breaking all hawk handles in camp wilst Trapper and friends set the lodge. Deacon was doing well in the eve after we supped then some hilarious conversation broke out and we ragged all them pilgrims we'd run with fir th past 30 years. Do believe we put the moon to rest as daylight begin to break the day. Lovely Virginia cooked breakfast for this ragged bunch and we toasted to shining times. The time came around and I heard the sound when it was time to check me traps. I kissed my Brother farewell.
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