A Call To Wrenches

jack

Hayduke, I think it’s time. Time for us to get busy and do the messy work these young pups apparently ain’t willing or don’t know how to do.

I’m takin’ Whiskey to the livery for some shoes, picking up a good mule and some supplies and will be headed toward the old rendezvous spot. She’s old and may not be trail fit, so I could be hopping on a train, but either way, I’ll be there.

We’ll use the “old ways” to communicate once I hit the trail.

You contact the others.

Posted: November 17th, 2009
Categories: Edward Abbey, Environment, fiction
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Comments: 1 Comment.
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Comment from Hayduke - November 18, 2009 at 3:16 am

Suits me.