“Do you think there’s any leftovers?” Tuff asked.
Banjo looked at him curiously, “I’m still stuffed. I don’t know how you can be thinking of leftovers already.”
“I can hardly wait,” Tuff said. “We need to get these renegades off the ranch, so I can bury my nose in some more pumpkin pie.” Banjo smiled.
“These fellows plot came at the worst possible