Hoehandle : How did you sleep last night?
Featherlegs : Had weird dreams. Like teklacolor night mares.
HH: How so?
FL : Must have been them hot dogs I guess. Some of them had me back in Bible times, Sadam and Gaborrah stuff. End of the world but a long time ago.
HH: What were you doing back then?
FL: Farmer I think. I was a riding on a donkey and dressed like Moses in the Ten Comanderments. Big rocks were falling from the sky and people were going bat shit. I was running that little donkey as fast as he could trot.
HH : Maybe the judgement of God happening.
FL : Yeah, sure. I remember all kinds of weird sex and lesbodizms everywhere.
HH : Better lay off those hot dogs then.
FL : Already throwed them away.
HH : Of course it may not be in those hot dogs. It could be the Curse of Texas Jack coming again to bite your sorry ass.
FL : Oh shit I forgot. I wish you would have said that before I tossed the dogs. Those were Farmer John’s for Christ sakes. Texas Jack, Jesus that brings back some memories.
HH : Good ones?
FL : Screw you, you old bastard.
The boys stay silent for a while thinking.
FL : There was big rains every day back then. There was what, six or seven us shivering up on that wash back then.
HH: More than that, probably ten. You and him got cross over some bacon, wasn’t it?
FL : Ham. Old Soldier gave me half for giving him some pills.
HH : What kind?
FL : Don’t recall. Jack wanted some but had been hard ass with his grub lately and by God I wasn’t in the fucking mood so I told him “no”.
HH : Burned up your lean to as I recall.
FL : And every God damn thing under it. When the rains came that night I threw all of his shit in the wash. I didn’t mean to hurt him.
HH : It was an accident. His feel got tangled up in the ball of wire he was hoarding.
FL : Well, it was good copper. Water pulled him in and sent him like a shot down stream. Cops drug him out later and he was still alive.
HH : Last words was the curse he put on you.
FL : Hell. That was ten years ago.
HH : I know. You hungry brother?
FL : Yeah