A Past Remembered
The docmobile took
the body away.
I was searchin' for the story
so I had to stay.
His face was so familiar
I couldn't tell who.
His face was beaten and bruised
And I had no clue.
The stationmaster knew nothin'
The tracks were bare.
Headed back to the Doc's
to find and inquire.
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"Hay sheriff! What've we got?
Do you know who he is?"
"No, we don't
Not just yet."
"His face ...
I think I know him
Just can't place him."
The doc came out
"He's alive,
Breathin' slow.
Cleaned him up
Best I can.
You can take a look
If you want.
I got work to do
If you need me
I'll be out front."
The doc went out.
I had to take another look
Walked in the door
I Stepped in front
"What in blazes?!"
I stepped back
Bumped into
Turned around
"It can't be
I ... I ... I promised Patty
He can't die sheriff!"
"Calm down!
What are you mumblin'?
What's going on?"
He frowned.
He wrapped his arms around me
We walked into the street
Back to my office
I gave up in defeat.
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In the corner of the saloon
Under the stairs
After a long time, I was back
In that chair.
Memories flooded back
Rue's fish game
Lean and Sixstar
Stanbar sweepin' salad
Watchin' them from far.
The Cocopops
The great train robbery
The Diamond Gang
The sheriff searching me ... improperly.
After all that happened
Why had I stayed
Was it really for the sheriff?
Or was it ... guilt?
Leo Write could be dead
I can't do nothin' now
Mr. Parker Times is dead
I couldn't do anythin' then.
More memories
Came floodin' back
A forgotten past
was remembered.
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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...