Scarves across State Lines
Chapter One.Doug and I made it into Wedahomeys (Idaho) without any incidents or problems. We had no reason to believe there would be trouble awaiting us at the Stinker gas-and-go. Doug posed for a couple glamour shots before the big entrance in. But when I caught eye of the slightly overweight wanna-be-nubian-princess behind the counter, I could tell something was going to go down. We grabbed our pistols and dove behind some tator skins while she was blastin at us with her 12 gauge. Wait, that's not how it happened. Actually, she was just really bitchy to Doug, who was cordial enough to ask her about her weave. Turns out it was horse extensions and that bothered her. We grabbed our bevs and headed out.
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