This ranch was formerly owned by slaveholders.

Knock knock./Who's there?/Wendy./Wendy who?/Wendy you want to open the door?

(Hmm. Maybe I should add a line of camo gear to my offerings, for those fursuiters whose fursonae are game species. Especially those of unusual and/or non-invisible color...)

“My daughter says I have?” he bent a frowning glance at her which caromed harmlessly off the wide-eyed and impenetrable web of innocence with which she met the accusation.