[Nil]: My wife takes salt for starters, and rusted strands of barbed wire, the iron Grandfather left. Chips chunks from a salt block mired in sand, that tongue-rubbed marble artwork of the West, anywhere cows roam--not buffaloes that lick their salt from cactus and the bones of coyotes. Takes bones, a skull, when she sees one. Takes snakeskin like twisted strips of film. Looks under yucca for the best, six feet at least. But fierce grandfather snakes don't rattle until they're sure, so she listens before she stops. Finds horseshoes to pitch, any flint or curved stone shaped like a tool.
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(-8-): gg Nil, according to sau: antis smells killed their teamwork :D
Well, at least we did pretty well, better luck again next time!
No1 spot is for us now! (well, will prolly before end of month anyway :)
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