…he won 2,000 florins on that bet
The Doclopedia #207
Lawmen: Marshall Bart McKain
U.S. Marshall Bart McKain is about 90% of the law in Arizona Territory. Most local sheriffs are either cowards or crooks, so Bart has alot of bad guys to deal with. Pretty nice that he likes his work, eh?
Bart is a 6’4″, 325 pound man of mixed Irish & Mexican ancestry. He’s a damned good shot with a rifle and even better with a pistol. Bart is an even tempered man most of the time, but when his temper pops, look out!
Bart owns a small ranch up near the Navajo Nation, but he travels all over the territory on his horse, Jack. Often, he travels with his old pal, Dusty, a man of many words and not enough personal hygiene.
AFTER THE CHANGE CAME
A Day For Recapping Yesterday And Making Sausages
Roscoe and I had a hell of a walk yesterday. 32 miles, all told and much of that was through the oak forest that covers what used to be Rancho Cordova. We saw many rabbits that Roscoe barked at, but declined to chase. He said that the bunnies on that side of the river were just too damned fast, plus, what the hell would he do with one if he caught it? We also saw about a zillion squirrels, many birds (including a couple of parrots, several firehawks and what I’m pretty sure was a fairy crow), a couple of foxes (one of them a red fox) and a small herd of cattle. If we had walked south a couple more miles, we might have seen some elephants (who settled there after all the zoos and animal sanctuaries went away during The Change), but we mostly strolled along the river road.
When we finally got home Grace was watching a movie on the big screen and the house elves were cooking up dinner. Roscoe crashed in his room and I vegged out playing Nine Kingdoms (a strategy game I give a big thumbs up to, by the way) on the terminal in the den. Later, we ate dinner and then Grace and I watched some of the new 30 minute episodes of Spider-Man. After that it was bedtime.
Today, I’m off to help my dad and my gnome brothers make sausages.
Mmmm…sausages.
A Day For Not Blogging Overmuch
Just a quick post before I finally head out the door to do about 57 errands.
My father, brothers and I made about 150 pounds of various sausages yesterday. The boys (all age 9) did a fine job helping while dad ran the grinder and I mixed up herbs, spices and stuff to toss into the various mixes of meats. About half of the sausages are in the smokehouse now and the rest are in our freezers. Grace and I will be busting out some pork/goat sausage with spring herbs tonight. MmmmMmmm!
Despite asking for 6 weeks off, I am beginning to get little vmails asking if I might have “just a few hours” open to mediate this or that. Since anything taking just a few hours probably means teleporting somewhere (and I REALLY hate teleporting), I’ve told Sin to answer all such inquiries with a polite “Not a chance in hell! Call back in 6 weeks!”.
Gotta go. More bloggage later
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