Can’t believe this! Just ‘cause I couldn’t haul Lady Martha for a lousy fifteen minutes under this blisterin’ sun, these high-and-mighty hens start hollerin’ at me like I’m some broken mule. My lungs are burnin’, my legs feel like lead, and they’re still squawkin’ in my ear. Damn fancy gals wouldn’t last a mile in my horseshoes.
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