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Quick Escape?
Write had no choice
They're retreat was delayed
They couldn't make tracks
Hidin' at the hotel they stayed.
He Kept a low profile
To the saloon
and back around
Waitin' for the right afternoon.
"Damnit! It took so long"
Write spoke to his whiskey
"Don't find no trouble
And we'll get out quickly."
Patty worked the tables
Doin' as he said
Till one leaky mouth whispered
"Judge Domain is dead."
She quit her job
Packed the saddle bags
All the money in the bank
Some tied in a rag.
Final deal done
Around the corner at midnight
Write waited for the horses
But saw a different sight.
"What in the Sam Hill?
What are you doin' here?"
Steely eyes in a mean face
Hit him behind the ear.
Write fell with a thud
Everything went black
He was shoved non to gently
Into a potato sac.
They left town real swift
Patty kept waitin'
Way past dawn
Her hope slowly fadin'.
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Busted Gulch vol 9
AdventureThe river has been open to trade, and the River boats are rolling in. Bring trouble in spades. Gamblers, Mistresses, bad guys galore and so much more, BG has in store. A collaborative western story written in poetry, that continues as the character...
