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Day 3

I’m not saying that I’d fuck my horse, but three days lost in the Arizona desert can do some pretty strange things to a person. To a man, alone. I don’t fuck horses. Well, fuck ‘um like maybe ride them harder than I should, sometimes, or not water ‘um as often as I should. I’ve killed horses that way. You can’t push ‘um too far. You can push ‘um but only as far as they’ll go. I knew a guy who fucked his horse. You know, like you’d fuck a woman, not like I described before (though I suppose you can fuck a woman like that too). This guy was rumored to have been with his horse, you know, lay with it. At the time I didn’t think it was true, I knew it weren’t right if it was true, but now…. I don’t fuck horses, especially not my own horse. All the time we spend together, I don’t know what we’d talk about after if I did fuck him. Not that horses talk but you talk to them. Three days lost in the Arizona Dessert and the sun as hot as it is can do things to a man. Make you think of things you wouldn’t normally. I still wouldn’t fuck a horse but now, I guess I understand a little better why that guy did… and even better why he shot that horse dead just afterwards, too.