Originally Posted by
GazzaQueen
My uncle (RIP) lived way way out in the bush on the mainland. He had a ranch with just about everything. You had to ride horses to get to it, there was no road. We used to visit when he was alive. When you're out there you're so secluded it's like no one else exists. Anyway, he used to tell the story about the Indian (hispanic you would say) who kept coming around threatening to kill him. Some wild bush Indian. So one day my uncle stabbed him up and threw him in the river. And that was the end of that.
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