Safe as a Guinea

On Tabbo’s Warden farm ‘Rust.’ Mine host Tabbo is second from right, yet another ale in hand. None of those guineas were killed by me (second from left) with my old man’s cheap Russian shotgun, even though the barrel was smoking. A marksman I am not! I was ‘Rust’-y. Kai Reitz once tried to cureContinue reading “Safe as a Guinea”

Riding Shotgun

My lift from JHB dropped me off at home. The dorp was empty, where WAS everyone? I phoned 2630 pring pring pring. Or was it 2603 priiiiing priiiing priiiing? I forget. Can you fetch me? No, get yourself here quick, we’re going to Warden to scare some guineafowls. Now. What could I do? The importedContinue reading “Riding Shotgun”