This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...While they chatted, Billy spied the nearest trash can, immediately realizing it was something he hadn’t yet explored. Jumping from Jeff’s lap, he bounded over to the nearest can. He sat peering at it for a moment, then checked out each side of the can. He couldn’t get behind it because it was backed up against a wall. The surface of the can was polished, not a mirror finish, but rather a brushed, dull surface, understated. He couldn’t see his image, but as he sat back on his haunches, he noticed the top.
As everyone there watched, he stood on his back legs, reaching up with his front paws, but he was still too short to reach the lid that had caught his interest. He crouched and launched himself upward. Obviously, he came close enough to activate the sensor, for the lid (looking like a giant mouth to the kitten) opened with its distinctive whirring sound.
Billy, instantly terrified that he was about to be eaten by a true monster, bounced off the can just under the lid and… disappeared, the disappearance accompanied by a soft “whap” as the air rushed in to fill the void.
“Billy!” Selina screamed...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...And another thing, why not a rodeo? All you need is a fence, some stock pens, bleachers capable of holding a couple of hundred people, and provide some medical personnel and judges, of course. Put some real prize money in it for Friday and Saturday nights, bring in some bulls, and you might even get the PBR to come, or one of the big rodeo associations. With them will come TV crews, and a lot of money will be spent in the town. We’ll be expanding the rodeo area before you know it...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Later, as Bill, Jill and Kathy wre leaving the restaurant, they walked past two men sitting at a table, both dressed as ranchers or cowboys. One of the men who was wearing a red shirt and jeans, his hat on the table beside his plate, looked up and his eyes locked on Jill. He had just lifted his iced tea to take a sip, but obviously forgot all about his drink. Bill had to choke back a laugh as the man steadily poured a thin stream of iced tea into his lap, without noticing what was happening...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...However, both Quinton and Fred were the equivalent of walking lie detectors. Not even Jeff could lie to them. He might not have lied, per se, but he had lied by omission. Their bullshit detectors went off. “Don’t start,” the Prime said when he saw the looks on their faces. “If you have a gripe, take it up with my Queen. I didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“But you knew about it,” Fred insisted...
“After the fact,” Jeff said, stressing the word.
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...The lead cop looked up at the giant in front of him. “Son. Of. A. Bitch,” he muttered. At the door were four of Denver’s finest, two of them with Tasers in their hands. There were two distinctive pops from the direction of the other two cops. Blain, having heard it before, recognized the sound of the cops unsnapping their holsters...
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