I am out of here.
Aunt Jewel is giving me the evil eye, questioning me about my last meeting with the sheriff, and now wants to make sure the jerk is dead. And when we arrive at the grove where I left him, she "stages" the scene.
The town folks will be surprised what their lawman had going on in his life, the newspaper will print the entire story with pictures, and Aunt Jewel and I will blow this hick town for Las Vegas.
Maybe we can attract a couple of good ole boys looking for some mid-western fillies to have fun with.
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