Starvin’ Marvin, Crazy Deeter, And the Meanest Dang Cheeckn in the World “. . . outright laughter throughout. By the end of the book, you have been treated to an engagingly written story about remarkable characters, while being deftly introduced to facts about wildlife, lifestyles, and traditional mouth-watering dishes of the state of New Mexico . . .” Noah Odell was thinking of life in the wild and wild things as he walked up the driveway toward the main road. He was thinking specifically of rattlesnakes, searching for rattlesnakes to be exact, on the ground alongside the lengthy driveway to the Boggs Ranch. He had never actually laid eyes on a rattlesnake and was not sure that he wanted to lay his eyes on one. Nonetheless, Noah figured that he should at least know what a rattlesnake looked like, just in case. In case of what, he did not have a clue. He did not have to search long. As Noah passed between the weathered railroad ties that marked the Boggs Ranch boundary, he heard a loud, raspy buzz coming from a cluster of bushes off to his left. Cautiously, he moved to the edge of the driveway keeping well clear of anything that might offer a place to hide. The snake, however, was blatantly conspicuous. Six feet from the gatepost, the two-foot long greenish-brown reptile was coiled loosely atop
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