It is true, if Lame had been there with me, we would have
fought on and overcome Silly Pony's terrorists.
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter
I realize that most of you have never suspected that one day you would have a fight with the Indian terrorist, Crazy Horse, but even from the grave it happened to me.
It all started with Two Chiefs in trying to bring that Indian pick up back to life. I had no idea how ruthless Silly Pony would be from the grave, as the first photo is of my finger attacked by a war club while trying to put a soft plug in this the 360 engine.
I know sympathetic people with money will be wearing out the donate button over my injury now that they know about it as it was not so much the blood blister it was the bone bruise in hitting the finger and a punch I was holding. Thing is I'm really tough, in I had no idea I did what I did. I think I remember it hurting, but you just can't stop and see how much blood you are losing. You got to get things done or you will end up like the 7th Cavalry, bloated and stripped by the Indians on the plains.
It was not over with yet in the battle over Two Chiefs in this incident took place next.
I had to get the starter put back on, and the top bolt was impossible, unless I took off the hood, the manifold and the exhaust. For some reason my Silly Pony pick up is not like the directions given online.
The net result is I could just reach the tip of the bolt with my F U finger and while there was latex squeaking until the glove wore out, and after that blood serum lubricates everything so the squeaking stopped............but I wore the end of my finger off.
My wife had a 71 F100 Ranger with a 360 and a C6 trans. That was one pulling truck, of course 7 mpg respectively. Easy to work on, minus that one starter bolt that was hard to get at and never made it back on.
It hurts, but I'm still typing away as you just have to get things done in life or you end up like the 7th Cavalry rotting on the Plains.
I'm not George Custer in putting a bullet in my head to stop it all, no I fought on and as a rain storm descended upon me in a mix of blood, sweat and no tears, as I ain't no damn sissy, I declared victory as Silly Pony is not going to keep Two Chiefs dead. This is now my White Woman pick up and no one is going to keep me from breathing things to life from the Happy Hunting Ground.
I do understand though Phil Sheridan about good Indians, as this was dirty fighting. I mean that Silly Pony hurt my shoulder, gave me other hurts in this hand to hand combat, I hit my head a few times and I bled, but wounded in both hands, I kept on as a good Protestant Christian would as God upheld me and you just do not quit or you end up like the 7th Cavalry in a Silly Pony fight.
There were not Reno or Benteen to betray me though. No Indian Ring setting me up for President Grant's assassination attempts on the troopers. It was just me, the tools of war in my hands, wounded and hurt many times, and in pestilence under Two Chiefs, and crawling around for my life, I got position and by God I prevailed.
I know many of you would have quit. That is ok as you were probably like the immigrants in the 7th Cavalry who just rely on your money to get by instead of Faith and being a Rugged Individual. John Wayne would not have quit. George Custer never quit, he just took the last option. Me, I would not quit against the ill will of a dead Indian terrorist bent on stopping me in going for a ride in Two Chiefs.
I'm not yet in the saddling up position as I have to take the glass covered seat to town to big washing machine wash it clean, as those Indians were on a rampage and busted out all the glass and the seat just glistens. I sit on it, but I'm not going to bleed any more from glass in the ass when we get to boots and saddles.
It was the Battle of the Little Brier Patch Horn. No one will remember, save those there, or those who are guilted to tears and donations to make up for hiding out in portfolio coulee as someone had to get the job done against a good Indian in the dirt, come back to fight to keep his pick up dead, but I ain't having any of that, I fought on, as that is what you do, even in End Times persecution, or you end up dead like the 7th Cavalry.
Nuff Said
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