“What’s worse than having your pecker chewed off?” Blackie inquired. “Oh, having them pull out the end of your gut and tie it to a dog,” Bigfoot said, pouring himself more chickory. “Then they chase the dog around camp for awhile, until about fifty feet of your gut is strung out in front of you, for brats to eat.” “To eat?” Long Bill asked. “Why yes,” Bigfoot said. “Comanche brats eat gut like ours eat candy.”
