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Charles,
Today is my first day working on the ranch. It's not so bad here; we get to play horseshoes every night, and some of the people are really nice. I met the boss and his son, Curley, first. As far as bosses go, he isn't so bad. I've had to deal with plenty of them, and their spoiled kids. He is a fat-legged man who, as long as you stay on his good side, is easy to get along with. His son, on the other hand, isn't. Curley is a thin man with a brown face and wiry tightly curled hair, he doesn't like me. I hadn't even said two words to the guy and he was already glaring ice daggers at me. He's short tempered and lashes out on people easily, he's a little strange, too. He wears a glove full of Vaseline cause his wife like his hand soft. He's real little so he's always picking on the bigger guys, using his power to compensate for his size. I'm just waiting for the day when one of the big guys fights back. Next I met Candy. He's a real nice guy, kina old, though, and he's missing his right hand. Candy's nice to be around except for his dog; he's got this old dog, always following him around. It can't hardly walk, needs to be fed milk cause he can't chew nothing else. Slim's one of the best people you will ever meet. He is trustworthy and noble; he's got long, black hair and an ageless face. His opinion is like law; his words are so profound that you just have to believe every word he says. I already own Slim; he's the one who saved me from Curley's wife. I was only talking to her alone for a second, but the guys told me never to do that, that she ain't nothing but a tramp. I don't really know her that well, but she does wear a lot of makeup. Then Carlson came in, he's pleasant enough, but I don't really know him that well. He don't like Candy's dog though, keeps saying how the old thing smells. I don't mind the smell so much; there are things that smell worse than old dog. Whit's the last guy I met in the bunk house, he don't talk much, but he's a nice fella. That's everyone except Crooks. He doesn't sleep in the bunk house, though. He sleeps in his own little house cause he's black. The other guys don't want him coming near here. I've never talked to him, but he's a hell of a good horseshoe player.
The ranch is pretty nice, too. Better than most I've seen. The bunk house is where we sleep and live when were not working. Well, you already know that, Charles. The bunk house here is great, though. You remember the one I was in last time? Awful place. I'm never going back there again. This one's much better. The walls are white, pretty boring, but you get used to it. My bunk's in the perfect place. It's close enough to the table so I can talk to the people there without getting up, but it far enough away so that, if I don't wanna talk to them, I can ignore them.
Life here's pretty much the same as any other ranch, we work all day, but we get the evenings to do whatever we want. You could play horseshoes if you like, or you can just stay in the bunk house. Sometimes we have bets on the horseshoes games. I haven't won, yet, but I'm feeling lucky about tonight's game. After work each day, we can shower off before going to dinner, but you gotta shower fast, cause the food goes quickly. Sundays we get off, we can do whatever we want, and since we don't got work on Sunday, we sometime go out on Saturday night, we drink some whiskey and just have fun. I really like this place Charles, I think I'm gonna stay here for a while.