Happy Hawkins

Chapter 12 TWELVE

Word Count: 4796 | Released on: 29/11/2017

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Robert Alexander Wason Literature

“I wasn't really a Westerner an' that's why I'm so different from most of 'em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an' when he dies he don't turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to settle, I'll jest natchely become the good rich soil o' the Indiana cornbelt.”