—Oh, God, I hate that dream.
—Hey Log-Dog. Off the bed.
—4:00 a.m.? Gotta get some sleep.
—He's not that bad. He does have a nice body and stuff.
—Off on the wild hunt. Hair, hide, and horns.
—Down Gris. Nice dog. Nice horns.
—Nice. . .
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THE FERAL STRUT
Misteri / ThrillerEscaping her trailer-trash background for a summer job as a forest ranger in Wyoming, Mary Browne deals with various hazards, natural and human. But when she moves to Jackson Hole, and starts playing with her band, The Feral Sluts, she steps unwit...
