Lord a'mighty... jus' this mornin' me and the boys found two 'a my steer out in the arroyo 'bout a hunnert yards or so out from the corral. Eyeballs popped clean out an' their innards all boiled inside 'em. Don't know whut t'make of it. Hells bells, I'd almost start b'lievin' them crazy yarns 'bout outer space UFO saucers a'comin' down an' messin' with livestock. 'Course, I gotta admit we fed them cattle quite a bit of my home-brewed liquid methadrine to keep 'em dancin' at last night's hoedown. Boss... we found Dwight. He was out cold under one'a the steer. Well, throw some clothes on 'im and git 'im some black coffee. We still gotta figure out how t'a git that heifer down off the water tank.
