Lone Stranger
A lone figure comes galloping,
head thrown high, hat and hair in the wind.
Stalling her horse, she hit the ground running.
Rushing to the doors, she flung them quickly open.
She sauntered to the bar, spurs a-clicking.
Heads turned to her direction.
Who was this tall stranger, and what was her calling?
Downing her first drink, she went to the card table.
Sitting in a triangle, drinking and gambling,
were the Gulch's most well-known citizens:
3Gun, stannbear, and CrazyGoose, lacking
the acrobatish Lean, gone who knows where.
Placing her hat on the table, she announced her appearance.
"I hear there's a problem in this desolate piece of land.
Something about muffins, and medication gone bad."
Our heroically twisted trio looked up in surprise,
wondering how this red-headed damsel
had come across their plans.
Nonetheless, 3Gun (always the gentleman),
pulled out a chair, ordering another round.
"I see you have been made somehow aware.
We are facing a slight dilemma, one not planned.
Trouble seems to be lurking around every bend."
Shrugging her shoulders, she put her glass down.
"There are plenty of investigators looking for business.
or would hiring an outsider damage your image?"
An awkward silence fell, and her chair scraped back.
Heels clicking back across the floor,
she looked back to our trio once more.
"If you decide you need my assistance,
you'll find me at the motel at the edge of town.
Room number eight, ask for Kae.
Then, perhaps, we might have some business
to negotiate?"
And out she walked into the wind,
with both red braids flapping behind her,
she rode out of town,
her gray horse galloping.
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Busted Gulch vol.2
AdventureA continuation of your favorite western posse. Find out what the BG Gang are up to now in this new selection. 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 com...
