(T&G News Service): That little filly kept trying to reach for my gun despite my warning.  I ignored her.  She could do what ever she wanted as long as she didn't scream.  I was quickly roping her and making her helpless.  When I finished I could do anything I wanted to her...well almost.  Fix'n her mouth so she would be a quiet filly would be easy once her hands were secured.  Then she would only be able to moan instead of using all that unladylike language she had been using.   Don't they teach little gals manners any more?  In my day, they would wash your mouth out with soap for saying the things she was saying.  I didn't have soap, but she wouldn't like what I would be putting in her mouth...no, not that although it was a tempting thought.

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