Bruvver Jim‘s Baby

It all commenced that bright November day of the Indian rabbit drive and hunt.  The motley army of the Piute tribe was sweeping tremendously across a sagebrush valley of Nevada, their force two hundred braves in number. Indeed, Death, the Reaper, multiplied two hundredfold and mowing a swath of incredible proportions, could scarcely have pillaged the land of its conies more thoroughly.

 

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