Branson Gulch Blues, Part II
This follows Branson Gulch Blues, Part I...

Rory burst into the kitchen, leaving the mud room door to the garage wide open.

"Hey hey, there mister... shut that door. We don't want Bixby getting out!" Nana admonished from the sink, elbow deep in pie making adjacent mixing bowls.

Meanwhile, and notably not moving a single muscle, Bixby laid on her customary memory foam mattress near the
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