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Subject: REVIEW: Red Beaver Bonanza
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Date: Mon, 3 May 1993 17:16:18 GMT
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Movie: Red Beaver Bonanza
Starring: Flame, Trixy Tyler, and two other attractive redheads whose
names escape me.
Cal Jammer, Marc (Banana Dick) Wallace, and someone else.
(sorry about the names, I didn't write them down.
Synopsis: If you are looking for a plot go somewhere else. There is
nothing in this movie that qualifies as one.
Review:
This is a pretty good movie if you have frequent fantasies about
redheads. If not, it is average to below average. No anal, no facials,
no DP but lots of redheads. All the scenes are male-female with the
basic variations of positions with the exception of one three-way
lesbian scene between Flame, Trixy and one of the unknown redheads.
The other unknown redhead in the first scene was exceptionally cute.
I'll have to go back and find the box so I can get her name and look
for her later. Flame is in two m-f scenes (Wallace and Jammer) and
Trixy is in one m-f scene (with the other guy, maybe it was T. T.
Boy?). In his scene with Flame, 'ol Cal has one of the lamest cum
shots I have seen to date. He doesn't even have enough to make it off
the end of his cock. It just sort of dribbles down onto his hand. The
only time Flame gets any cum on her in this scene is when he wipes his
hand on her ass. Pathetic. The next movie I rent will have Peter North
in it. The bottom line for this one is that it is worth $3 if redheads
get your peter perky. Otherwise, rent something else and let me know
if you find a good one.
Flipper
p.s. While I was picking up this one I saw another movie (called Anal
something) with Flame on the front cover. Has anyone seen this? Does
Flame really take it up the ass? That I would LOVE to see.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."