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[Trinity]

Trinity hears the commotion of the chickens and begins to dream of fried chicken.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

[Lucky Irish Tom]

Irish stands watch in case the blue plates come back.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"How'd I git this weird hat and sweater on?" 

[Delmonico]

Delmonico gets up out of bed and makes sausage gravy and sourdough biscuits.

[Trinity]

Trinity arrives at the table before Del places the last plate down. 

Looking at Slim, Trinity comments, "Don' worry none, 'bout tha hat an' sweater.  You's gettin' ta lookin' right old, pard."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Old?" Slim looks in a mirror.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

[Trinity]

"...An' Ah hate Ah din' notice, but when didja shave off yer be'rd?"

[Silver Creek Slim]

"My beard!!!!"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

[Trinity]

"Don' you worry none, Sleeum.  Har, take somma these an' some glue..."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"I hope that ain't yer belly button lint." 

[Ozark Tracker]

I think Slim's beard must'a froze off, when he was up there in Wisconsin a visiting.

[Trinity]

"Whah, Sleeeum!  What on Earf would cause ya thank such a thang?  OT, it ain' no tellin' what kahnda thangs kin happen ta heeeyum when he visits up Wisconsoioin way. "

[Trinity]

Trinity watches sits on the porch, watching the paint peel when the wind kicks up a little.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Those dern rushin' thistles." 

[Trinity]

"Done watched ten of 'em blow by today.  Ah wonner if Dail is a-knowin' about them thangs."

[Ozark Tracker]

Trinity gets out his guitar and sings him a song

I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.

I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

[Trinity]

Just as Trinity finishes singing, a dirt filled sock flies in from the dark dooryard and hits him in the face.

[Delmonico]

(Delmonico hit one with his pick-up a month or so ago, about 2 blocks from his house, they pile up on the fences around him.)

Delmonico says not a word, but packs his bag, saddles Reuben and heads off toward Dunning.

[Trinity]

With a sore mouth, Trinity asks, "Is that Dail yonder in tha dark?"

[Lucky Irish Tom]

"Trinity, it aint dark lad, take tha sock off yer face."