Time to Cowboy Up
At the back of the bar beneath the stair
3Gun sat, tilted back on two legs of his chair.
He finished his drink and sucked on the lime
as he waited to hear the tower clock chime.
Things had changed since first playing cards in this room;
never imagined such doom and gloom.
His old friend the chief of the lost KitKat nation
was killed for his cocopop recipe creation.
And now a dear friend, Ruechari, left mourning that loss
with her renegade brother not giving a toss.
And Lean's brother died, in spite of Rue's help,
too much drug in his system, poor unfortunate whelp.
3Gun toss the lime in a handy spittoon,
the sun outside was moving to noon
and his date with fate was coming up soon.
So he kept reminiscing, absently whistling a tune.
Lean's much loved horse gave her endless bother
along with the remorse she held for her brother.
All of his friends coming unloose; Highride Ali, O'Boyle, Crazygoose.
Brought about by bad people who just want to be boss.
The clock tower chimed and 3Gun sat up straight,
no rush, he decided, let the son-of-guns wait.
When the last gong was heard he stepped outside the saloon,
they were waiting as promised, right at high noon.
3Gun stepped down on the dust covered street,
turned to his challengers and settled his feet.
When the next chime sounded, all went for their guns
and Unger the Undertaker started hammering coffins.
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Busted Gulch vol 1
AdventureCome to Busted Gulch and meet the unique characters there. A @lyttlejoe creation. An Old West story (kinda) in Poetry and Prose. A unique story that not only is a fun read but continues in the comments by the writers themselves. Come check out the...
