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Diciembre 26, 2009
It's Arcadia.
Zech toyed with his food, and finally he turned to Frog and said, "You been around more places than me, Frog, what with all them trips you've taken after drives and when we don't have much to do. What's the roughest town there is, with the meanest men you can find anywhere?"
"There ain't no doubt about that one," Frog mumbled, his mouth full of roast beef. "It's Arcadia. That's the wildest place this side of hell. They's about fifty fights a day there, and as many as four killin's 'ween sunup and sundown. Last time I was there some fellows whupped the stew outen me just 'cause they didn't like the cut of my britches."
Posted by sarita at Diciembre 26, 2009 5:07 PM