Sebastion went to a Teen Harvest Party with the church. In the meantime, my home became a Colonial war front. They were friends, or so the scoundrels claimed, just for awhile.
Chief Keenanwha and his trusty horse began their war chant.
Back at the saloon.....
Even my HOT Hubba got in on the fakery action. He had his Indian friend scalp a cowboy to get his gun & hat.
Dances with Wolves, anyone?