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Although it didn’t make any sense, Alberto was certain he heard El-Keitho shout that the “prunes were attacking” as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop in a daring and swashbuckling escape.
The old men hanging out at Stefano’s, drinking coffee and playing checkers all day, talk of the day, many years ago, when El-Keitho and the Wild Coyote faced off against a 1,000 angry Slapaho squaws who sought to scalp them for leaving the toilet seats up on the reservation.
“Think again,” the Wild Coyote told El Keitho as the squaws moved in closer, “the odds are actually 1000 to 1, because hombre, I’m out of here.”
“I am going to neuter you,” El Keith vowed in vengence as the Wild Coyote disappeared beyond the horizon leaving him to face 1000 rolling pin waving squaws on his own.
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