Pulp Fiction, 1911 · page 156 of 196
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tat gl ° ~ — <~_* ey. RAZORBACK : n 0 SP om aoe ~~ fC fe ~ al “+ mi Pee ‘ Jenne > by Lynn R.Meekins E, BOGGS and I—found him at the prong of the road. After our nine thousand miles of rambling we had grown accustomed to desolation, but this well-knit figure with a cackling laugh seemed unique. We were glad to see him; not only because he looked interesting but because we were lost. He stood in front of his blacksmith shop and when we stopped the machine he called: “Howdy!” Boggs returned the greeting and asked: “Why do you run a blacksmith shop in this forsaken place?” ‘Why do ye run that thing ye’re in to this forsaken place?” he returned with a cackle. ‘“‘Chance and accident,” said Boggs. ““Maybe it’s some of the same here. Ef there’s an accident I gits the chance to do QI2 COMIC oo C©