Horserider

Horserider is the bather no one speaks with. The other fellows splash the river with joking taunts and flinging wrists and palms. Skinshaver beats his razor on the banks. Some bitch left a note for Horserider about a kid being born soon and that it is his. Skinshaver had it folded in his sack. Horserider kept busy figuring a way to keep his wife at home out of this. The boys washed out the deep seeded discharges from all the whores they had and some pissed in the water. Skinshaver yelled, “Jesus don’t give two shits anything about it son! He know what go down. Fuck that bitch!” Horserider knew he was right.

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