Francis Blake
Francis Drake had had enough
Of shootin' varmints
Acting tough
Outa county he had rode
Till bushwhacked by ruthless toads
Bullets flew till bad men dropped
To the ground their battle lost
Frank his horse reared him to ground
Brushed himself as gallop sound
Saw his horse in distance fled
Dessert dry filled Frank with dread
Walked for miles till came to sign
For Busted Gulch just past the mine
Walked along the dusty road
To towns border law and order
Lady came with muffins plenty
And Lemonade, Frank felt like gentry
CG looked a little dower
So Frank left for her some flowers
Hoping for a smile to shine
On this man who seemed quite kind
Then disguised as cactus Frank
He tried to blend into their ranks :)
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Busted Gulch vol 7
AdventureThe Jail is gone. The Church is still being rebuilt. The Tent City is growing and so is the Crime Rate. Dogs are running rampant, cats are prohibited, but thankfully muffins are back on the menu. But with Busted Gulch's last Mayor being arrested for...