Busted Gulch vol. 11

Leo Write (lyttlejoe)

Leo White 

Ron barged in, couldn't stop talking 

3Gun had to come quick, dead man waking 

Doc was in Tent City, he'd been up all night 

'Finally found out his name's Leo Write.' 

'What happened Mr. Write, how'd you get shot?" 

"I ain't sayin' nothin' by cracky, I'm not.' 

'Look, we found you on the tracks almost dead. 

Tell us what happened, let's get it said.' 

'He musta fell off the train!' Ron jigged on the spot 

'Mind yer business, ya little snot!' 

'Hang on there, White the lad has a point. 

'Don't care what he's got, I'm outta this joint.' 

Leo stood up and hitched his belt 

But the hand on his arm was what he felt 

'The shape you're in you won't make it far. 

You still need to rest, that's the way things are.'

'You can't arrest me, I done nuthin' wrong!' 

'I said rest, not arrest. Now just come along.' 

'You was shot and fell off the train!' 

 'Shut that brat up or I'll rattle his brain!' 

'Cool that temper and just simmer down. 

Pay the Doc's bill and I'll get you to town.' 

'Pay him for what? What did he do?' 

'Pulled that lead you see there outta you.' 

Leo felt awkward and left in sorrow 

'Doc I'll see you get your money tomorrow.' 

'Here's a key, Ron go and open a cell

 We want Mr. Write to think our hospitality's swell.'