Squirrell:Thank you Isaac for spending some of your precious time
with me. I’m sorry about your loss to Lotti. You had HerASS beat by a
mile and then I just don't know what happened.
Isaac:“HEEEEEHAWWWW (A loud, long, roaring laugh)” Look here Sonny,
what makes you think I lost de race. Sometimes you lose and become the
outright winner you DumbASS.
Squirrell:You mean to say, that you let her win intentionally.
Isaac:Naaaa, didn’t say that at all, listen up Boy.
Squirrell:I know you didn’t stop because you was afraid of that
Chalk Line. You been through a lot more than a little old chalk line
would scare you.
Isaac:Have you ever had a free lunch type person sit on your ASS
and beat your ASS all day long? Now I am saying that this dint happen but
might have happened.
Squirrell:Do you mean the Judge beat you in the race?
Isaac:“HEEEEEHAWWWW” Hellll Nooo. If he had, I would have left that
KissASS DumbASS out in the desert.
(I could see now that I was going to have to change my line of questions
immediately. This old codger was not only crafty, devious, witty, conniving,
but was sharp as a tack. If there was an ASSClub, he surely would be
President of it, speaking in parables giving numerous answers to a question).
Squirrell:Well Mr. Isaac was you promised a favor if you let Lotti
beat you in the race?
Isaac:“HEEEEEHAWWWW” Hellll Nooo. I can have any ASS I want, why
would I pick on a BlueASS SpoiledAss like her?
Squirrell:Well that's true, but your probably better off since
I think she already has a MexicanASS back in her stable that she is
interested in.
Isaac:HAAAAAAHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Squirrell:Hold on Mr. Isaac, I didn't mean to make you mad.
Want to tell me about it?
Isaac:Wellllll, guess I can say something. You know that dern Juan,
that MexicanASS boarder jumper. Well one night, well all hooched up, I
started talking about things I shouldn't have been saying. Now he is basking
in the sun, training all them dare philly's. when in fact he is no berrter
than a dern Jig-a-lo. I have a BIGGGG dislike of claim jumpers. I
am paying for that drinking now, out here I am now out running my ASS
off.
Squirrell:Mr. Isaac, one more question before I leave, I understand
you stopped by the Drug Store in Palomas while during the race, would you
tell me about that?
Isaac:Oh, sure, daint nothing. I speak a little bit of Spanish so
I went into the store and spoke with the head prospector. I had heard a
little about this here Vigra and ask him if he kept it in stock. He said,
yes, so then I asked himmm if he could get it on the counter, and he replied
sure if he took two of them. I purchased a hundred tablets and thanked
him for his information.
Squirrell:WOW, you going to use all them Isaac?
Isaac:Didn't say I was or didn't say I wasn't. Pretty fast world out
here Sonny Boy and gotta make a living somehow.
Squirrell:Well thank you Isaac for your time. Maybe some day at a
more pleasant time we can sit down and drink some hooch and tell some
stories.
Isaac:With that I left, the mystery of the unfinished unsolved.
I guess maybe the past as an old prospector's ASS had instilled in him,
tell them anything, make it sound reasonable but but don't let your
ASS hangout or it could be something as simple as Don't cross that line boy,
stated by his father at a very early age. Who knows.