Her inner dingo has been unleashed.
Flashback: ‘The Shootist’
J.B. Books was willing.
After a ‘three-day weekend’
Let's be Americans worth dying for.
Bob’s buddy’s blue belly
Chicks dig it.
Whatcha packin’?
(Nothing has the potential to sabotage your survival like losing a button.)
Let it be
The rewards are worth what little trouble they bring.
We got lucky (and wet)
For once, it didn't split and go around us.
I’ll take the spread
I'm pleased with both cartridges.
The quiet place
We make our own hell. We create our own heaven.
Feels like a lifetime
I'm grateful beyond words.









