We stopped at the little store on the corner of highway 20 and Crane-Buchanan road. We got a drink there and the ladies inside laughed at us when we told them where we’d been. They said nobody went that way and we were lucky we didn’t get stuck and have to walk out, or be found by the guys who had Ned tied to the tree.
We wondered back to Rudy’s, shot a few squirrels before dark, and then headed back to Burns. About half way there, I started whining again about how bad the squirrel shooting was and that I wanted to go home to my momma.
We talked about it and Rich said fine, he’d take my crying, whiny, baby ass back to Walla Walla if I wasn’t man enough to stick it out. So I called my wife and said I’d be home about 3 am cause Rich was being a little girl and didn’t want to stay away from home for another night. (Rich was driving, so he couldn’t take a full swing…. didn’t hurt anyway, him being a little girl and all.) (more…)


