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his shoulders drooped and rolled forward...the arms had that slightly crooked "i'm carrying something" look old men get

it was a combination of Arthritis and old age.. and ridin' to many sunfishing mustangs when he was a young one he could still hold his back up straight when he tried too...but it didn't stay that way long...but that mean proud old fart could still break a bronc once and a while and ride a horse 20 miles without flinching

he still smoked...rolled his own...thin cheroots...and he put loco weed in em sometimes to slide into waking dreaming

after he hung up the phone he threw some stuff together in his tattered green Army duffle and jumped into the rusty old truck and headed West thinkin "What the hell has my Grandson gotten himself into now"

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