The cattle are all gone. Horses too. They took our boots, hats, guns, spurs, and shiny belt buckles. Dang rustlers!
Our heroes nurse their wounds and walk painfully to the nearest town. With the last of their money (Jim stashed it you don’t want to know where), the boys drown their sorrows at the local watering hole. Hours later, after a night of drinking and gambling, they stumble out of the saloon and fall into the gutter. Before passing out, they raise their fists and fill the air with their drunken shouts: “Darn you synthetic CDO traders! Dag-nab animal spirits!”
Did the recession knock you off your horse? Join the boys as they discuss setbacks and starting fresh.
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