No Honor Among Poachers…

At some point, no matter the enterprise, whether for good or evil, trust comes into play…  A man’s word is his bond, his reputation his calling card.  I don’t know who raised you, Chris Dyer, but you are a double dealing, underhanded, lying sack of sh*t.  “Betting” that your next “Move” will land you in the tall cotton…  When in fact you are perpetuating a life that will always have you looking for your next score, looking over your shoulder for the last person you screwed…

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What indeed, Dirty…  What indeed.  Probably the ghost of Jacob Hickman…