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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yellow Sign" data-source="post: 2876949" data-attributes="member: 5619"><p>Frank's old beat up pickup bounced and shimmed down what most people wouldn't even have called a road. But here in the Navajo Nation it would have been considered a pretty good one. A large luminous moon was rising in the east and Frank was glad for it. "At least I will not be too blind tonight.” He thought. Frank took another swig of the warm beer that sat between his legs in between serving around rocks and avoiding huge ruts in the road. Frank thought about the dance over at rec center tonight. He knew that Susie was going to be there. Damn his luck that he had promised Father that he would hunt down that coyote that had killed two lambs this week. He didn’t seem to have much time to spend with his friends lately. From working at the auto shop and tending the sheep, it had cut deep into his normal partying. A large hole loomed in front of him in his headlights, and Frank had to frantically swerve out of the way. His beer spilled all over his lap and down on to the floor board. “Damn!”</p></blockquote><p></p>