« Reply #1188 on: December 25, 2006, 07:01:17 pm »
Jack: "Count the damn few times we forgot the lube in twenty years. You got no fuckin idea how bad it gets. I’m not you. I can’t take a couple a high-altitude dry-fucks once or twice a year. You’re too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch."
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“Mr. Coyote always gets me good, boy,” Ellery said, winking. “Almost forgot what life was like before I got me my own personal coyote.”