Chiropractic cowgirl, Rowdi Bonebender, DC, had a point. Given the position Rowdi had your blogger in, this was fortunate as he was going to be listening anyway.
“Look, Hoss.” Cowgirl calls all her mounts Hoss when she’s writhing them on the table.
“Uhhhh,” your blogger replied.
“We got guns.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh.”
“Them short-sellers, what they got is criminal intent.” The cowgirl is an avid fan of this blog, an original subscriber. She’s always trying to help The MacDougal Post out.
“Uuuuuuuuh, Uh.”
“Wall Street ain’t that far away. Not with today’s livestock trailer. Maybe me and the girls ought to trailer the saddle broncs up yonder and ride on into town.”
“Uh, Uh.”
Rowdi Bonebender is what folks down here call a chiropractic healer. Patients get wheeled in all bent over and what have you, and walk out right. Well, the ones who survive her proprietary THRASHING (pat. pend.) anyway. Put a Bible in one of those powerful hands, and the cowgirl could be doing this in church, raking in some real dough, maybe even go televangelical, but Rowdi wouldn’t think that way. Cowgirl’s doing fine just helping folks out.
Still, the chiropractic healer does have guns, and from reading these posts, figures if anyone needs helping out, it’s MacDougal Irving and his small investors.
“Hoss, them badlands could use a little shooting up.”
“Mglrkkkkkkkkkgggnnnsstttbbllllrrrmmpppppph.”
“Bloodsucking thieves and all.”
"Rdlgpfffssst."
That’s when the office Amazon, Roomfulla Grones, took over.
"NOT ROOMFUuuuuh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."
Cowgirl keeps the Amazon around to finish up with the chiropractic healing once Rowdi’s about turned a person into ground round hamburger meat. When Roomfulla's pummeling was done too, your blogger hotfooted it out of there, feeling two-thirds of an inch taller and maybe half as wide. We didn’t get to finish our conversation, Rowdi Bonebender and the new man.
Probably was for the best.
We’re keeping our eye peeled on the financial news though. Cowgirl and them do trailer the saddle broncs up yonder, then it’s game over for at least one of those Crime Families there in the badlands of New York.
Might be the onliest thing we can do too, any of us. About that lawless Hell hole folks call Wall Street.
We're thinking Rowdi and her gunslingers would do it up right too, a ridin' on into town.
