As I write this, I am in hiding. Why? Because I went on an antelope hunt. It happened like this. My old pal George one shoe Wztluxzski, nicknamed one shoe because he always seemed to lose a shoe somewhere. We joked that when you saw a single shoe lying on the street, it was probably his. Anyway, George invited me out to his ranch to hunt antelope. Naturally, I jumped at the chance. We hung around near a waterhole and filled our tags. As we were packing our game out I spotted a few strange looking critters aways off. I pointed them out to George. He said they were a cross betwixt ( George used that word a lot) a antelope and a wild horse. George said if one could catch one and tame it, one would have the fastest horse ever. That set my brain wheels to spinning. The next summer was spent with George, chasing horsalopes, what we called the crossbreeds. George and I wore out some good horses before we were finally able to seperate, corner and rope one. These horsalopes looked like a horse but with markings like an antelope. Sized about like a quarter horse and with hooves like a normal horse. But, they had longer legs. A lot of bruises and sprains later we had our horsalope saddle broke. All I can say is, no horse alive can catch him. Well, word got out and people would come by to run their horses against him but he beat 'em all. We raced him at fairs and won every race. We didn't expect mafia types to show up but they did. Cash in hand, they wanted to buy 'lope, our name for him. Not for sale, we told them. Then the threats started. So, we bred 'lope to as many mares as we could. Then, I took 'lope up into the high desert to a secret canyon while George ran his ranch. He's keeping me supplied with my needs and news. I still can't come out. George said several mares had their young and some showed great promise. Tomorrow I'll turn 'lope loose to run free again.