“SANTORA” faded in the distance and Yukon Gold breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew, that’s good. I’d hate to be mashed by El Patata, my brother, since I have this quest to live for now.”
He rode Jakob-the-Holstein and they were making good time, well, good time for a cow, which was barely above a panicked snail’s pace. Yukon bounced a bit in an attempt to get Jakob to go faster.
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