Where was I? Oh yeah, my Indian wife, prearranged while I was celebratin and smokin, was now about pregnant. Just a couple months shy of dumping the thing out if I weren’t mistaken.
The chief musta felt I needed to stand now, so he nodded in the direction of the fellers that was carrying me and they pulled out a couple of knives and I was on the ground. Course that meant some of the arrows were now in me further. But again, the chief being so nice a fella, nodded and them two same Indians went at me and started pulling out the arrows. I waited a few before moving, and then I slowly got up, my body screaming in pain, but I knew it’d heal so I wasn’t too concerned. Continue reading