texts: Morgan, are you crazy?  They're Out gunning for us!  What the Hell're you doin'? </s> <s> What's it look like?  They want a Piece of me they can come and get It, I'm not crawlin' into my hole. </s> <s> Morg, use your head.
labels: I am usin' it, Wyatt.  Been Wonderin' how the hell we got in This tangle.  You know they hit Clum's house, too?  Shot up his wife. His wife.  Who ever heard of That?  Men sneakin' around in the Dark, back-shootin', scarin' Women?  They're bugs, Wyatt.  You Know all your smart talk about Live and let live?  Ain't no live And let live with bugs.