Steak-Fry Supper
We all climbed aboard red fire trucks for the ride to the Friday-evening steak-fry, and trundled through the woods past elk and buffalo. We finally arrived at a clearing, where the chuck wagon served up martinis to the sound of a cowboy serenade.
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