Entry #11: OUR House

We're fools to leave this property alone as long as we do. Why, we came home to find a bird perching on our roof. ON OUR ROOF! We promptly shot the thing dead, but it collapsed its bloody corpse onto our overhang. We clambered up after it and plucked its feathers. Then a man approached. We were about ready to shoot him too when he gave us a sad story: His wife was going to be hanged soon, and he couldn't do nothing about it. We decided if there were vermin on our property it  was our concern, so we followed the man and readied ourselves. Not enough, however, for when the time came, we fumbled yet again to even draw our gun and everyone but us ended up dead. Although this was to our liking, it's a sad story. We headed back to our little shack, shooting wildlife along the way. While watching a stunning sunset and commenting uponthe lack of apprecation for foot posture, we spotted a couple ruffians making camp just beyond the footpath leading to our house. This wouldn't do. We let off a round into their midst and yelled them a warning. They took this pretty well and charged off on their horses, but not before firing back once or twice. After this victory we headed for bed, thogh it was perhaps a bit early. We got up around midnight, so we're going to sleep some more.