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Updated: May 11, 2025

'Thar's a party, now deceased a whole lot the Stranblers over in Socorro sort o' chaperones this yere gent to a cottonwood an' excloodes the air from his lungs with a lariat for mebby it's an hour-an' this party I'm alloodin' at, which his name is Fowler, is plumb murderous.

Alfred Henry Lewis - Wolfville Days