Cowboy Shot With Arrows

Cody had just finished his chores for the day and was heading back to the bunkhouse. He had stripped off his shirt hours early when the sun reached it's highest point in the big blue Missouri sky. The sun's powerful rays had baked Cody's smooth muscular torso to a golden brown. Hours of lifting bails of hay had swollen his already muscular body to even more impressive proportions.

Cody stepped onto the bunkhouse porch and suddenly heard the rustle of horses behind him. When he turned to see what the fuss was about an arrow ripped into his muscular belly.  Cody gasped and looked down at the arrow sticking in his gut then looked up to see three Sioux on horseback. Two more Sioux arrows ripped into Cody's bare torso and his fell back into the rocker on the porch and was dead with a few moments. The three Sioux rode off satisfied with the day's kill.