My Great, Great Uncle Horace was descended from a tree. He was a horse thief.
posted on 01/28/2013 11:03:21 AM PST
("A crack shot and a good dancer")
"Every year, the outlaws swing out of the trees, rob the merchants and ride back to Washington D.C. for a glorious feast over the stolen goods,...."
posted on 01/28/2013 11:11:03 AM PST
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