Another long absence from the game occurs when you're tightly locked away in the Durham County jail.
Worse yet, Miss Phyllis got a big ol' hunk of time for trying to pass a shiv through to him during one of them there conjugal visits.
...oh, y'all got serious on me. Well then, I have no idea, but we, here at the Ranch, hope he and his wife are doing alright. He told me, through messenger, that he was simply bored with it. Nothing more, nothing less. Sure didn't have anything to do with my fragile emotions, hombre.
Thanks for the attempted save, too. We are still all outta sorts over being corrected on a country artist, by a dagnabbed northerner. Connie won't even look me in the eye.