Hitting the ground flat on his back was a shock, leaving his vision temporarily dark. Had Peso thrown him? Dragging himself into a seated position, he muttered, “Goddamn mangy, good fer nothin’ mule,” and looked around.
And blinked.
His ‘good for nothing mule’ was nowhere in sight. And not from running away, either. Well, he probably had… But
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