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Ethan:
"You think your a smart ass mother fucker, don't you?" Jerry, the blacksmith's apprentice, spoke through his clenched teeth. "You think your some sort of a mother fucking hero." He pushed my head back into the horse manure. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, you fucking prick." I gasped for air as he pulled me up for a moment, before plunging me back in. In retrospect, I should have just kept my mouth shut and not have mentioned any thing to Derek (or "Papa Bear" as that fat ass has us call him), but for god's sake, he was putting goat piss into the root beer. And kids where going to drink that shit. Not to mention the fact that he was fucking the saloon girl, Becca, out in the jail cell almost every night after closing. What ever way you looked at it, the guy was a douche, and he ought to have gotten fired over a month ago. I should have just quit right at the beginning. Said "fuck this shit" as soon as Derek showed me what my job would be. Stable boy? Is that a fucking joke? Shit, this whole place is a joke. Deadwood: Authentic Western Town my ass. I should have taken that life guarding job when I had the chance. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut about the goat piss in the root beer. At least then I wouldn't be face full of shit.
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