The Hangman Calls

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THE HANGMAN CALLS

The old man looked tired and frail

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The old man looked tired and frail. 

As she watched him enter the hotel. 

Wearing a winter coat on such a sweltering day. 

The desert sun will make him pay. 

Their goes my rest. 

As he walks towards her front desk. 

Time to play receptionist. 

"What can I do for you today sir

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"What can I do for you today sir." 

She asked almost sounding sincere. 

Lying as easy as a pale face. 

Picking up bad habits from this place. 

"My thank you sweet young lady!" 

He tipped his dusty hat respectfully.

She couldn't help but return his infectious smile. 

He would have been a handsome buck back awhile. 

"Perhaps you can help me I'm looking for the owner Rue and her manager

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"Perhaps you can help me I'm looking for the owner Rue and her manager." 

He politely asked her. 

"Your in luck here they come now." 

She waved over her bosses coming down the stairs. 

Boyle and Rue stopped their conversation. 

And made their way to her station. 

"This gentleman wishes to have a word with the two of you." 

She announced and introduced O'Boyle and Rue. 

"My oh My" He sighs. 

"Such an attractive couple. A treat for these old eyes."  

"For old eyes they are very observant!" 

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"For old eyes they are very observant!" 

Smiled O Boyle before Rue could comment. 

"It's such a waste." 

He cried looking amiss. 

"I'm going to regret this!" 

"I'm going to regret this!" 

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"Regret? What." 

Rue wondered. 

Her answer from his coat he uncovered. 

The shot gun blast 

Happened so fast 

Something wet hit her face. 

O Boyle no longer stood in his place. 

On the floor taking a rest? 

Then the blood poured from his chest. 

"Your prides to blame

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"Your prides to blame. 

For shame. 

The offer was more than fair. 

It's you who brought the hangman here." 

Rue watched his finger. 

As he gently squeezed on the trigger. 

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