As he lit up one of Maria’s tiny black Mexican cigars, he watched a slow-moving settler’s wagon pull up and stop only a few feet from his dangling...spurs. He had taken recently to wearing the spurs even when he was not planning to ride anywhere because a pretty-faced settler’s wife had told him, “Those spurs are so sexy, Mister Chisholm, please don’t take them off when you make me take it. It like the way it makes me feel all excited and helpless in your arms.”It had inspired him to shove his. " Well, actually," I sort of snorted, "I'd already figured out that part. I'd be delighted to have Jimmy and Tiffany stay over with me. The kennel costs will run a hundred dollars a day for the pair, and we're only open 'til noon on Sundays." Shut up! And thanks. They'll be perfect angels; I'll fill your pantry, and their pockets will be stuffed with money for sundries and pizzas. And again, thanks"I had great relations with the pair. Since their births I'd been their favorite aunt. A pretty. Emma had a crazy thing about hands and his were prefect. She could only see his top half but he was wearing a white V-neck tee shirt, which clung to his body perfectly outlining his shapely body and a light blue-checkered shirt on top, which was open. He wasn’t a body builder or anything like that but she guessed he played a fair bit of sport. Oh he was beautiful. “Excuse me, that’s twelve fifty please.” The girl behind the bar knocked on the table getting her attention. “S-s-sorry,” Emma. So we had the Pig crawl in there and we all followed. The k** had deposited some real thick long turds, and the water was a yellow brown mixture with shit streaked toilet paper in it."Well the Pig hasn't eaten yet today except some French bread and a little pizza from Jesses asshole, and he didn't seem to enjoy that too much, so I guess this is it, huh guys? " I said."Please, please no " the Pig muttered."You say something Pig?" I threatened."Oink, oink, oink" he pleaded looking up at me, hair.