My Short Life On a Real Ranch

Mostly I remember wandering around in the dark, sweating, for hours. At breakfast, the father of the house said, "oh, there's that varmint again." He walked over to the gun rack on the wall and grabbed a rifle. He went to the back window and slid it open. Then he started blasting. Two massive explosions from the shotgun and the "varmint" was vaporized.

Two massive explosions from the shotgun and the "varmint" was vaporized.