It has been a couple of hours since John returned home. He's still raving mad about seeing his wife and kids enjoying themselves with the Sheriff. He's sitting in the loft where he stashes his whiskey. Earlier he watched Jane and the kids ride in and unhooked the wagon. He was lying on his stomach peeping at them through a c***k. He opens another bottle of whiskey, thinking, "who in the hell does that nosey ass Sheriff think that he's talking to like that. Hell, I'm John Brown, that's who I am. His ass better leave Jane and my kids alone. Go to hell bastard." He turns the bottle up and wipes his mouth. "Son of a b***h this is my family. I'll do as I damn well pleases to them. Jane is just as loose as that damn daughter. Now her ass is in the kitchen cooking dinner or whatever the hell she
