AS I RECALL,, IT WAS LATE SUMMER AS I RODE INTO EASTERN OREGON, HOTTER THAN HADES,,LOOKING TO FIND A JOB ON A RANCH OR ONE OF THE MANY GOLD MINES,,I WAS ALMOST OUT OF MONEY,,BOOTS NEEDED SOME WORK,, HOLES IN THE SOLE,,YOU GET THE IDEA,, CAME OVER A RISE,, SAT THERE LOOKING OVER THE NICE LITTLE VALLEY,, IN THE DISTANCE WAS A CLOUD OF DUST,, AS IT GOT CLOSER I COULD SEE A STAGE MAKING ITS WAY ALONG THE VALLEY FLOOR,,PUSHED MY HAT BACK, CROSSED A LEG OVER THE SADDLE HORN AND ROLLED A CIGARETTE,,WATCHING AS THREE GUYS CAME OUT OF SOME TREES GUNS A BLAZING,, KILLING THE DRIVER AND SHOTGUN GUARD,,BEING OVER A MILE AWAY,, NOTHING I COULD DO,, COULD SEE ONE OF THEM GET OFF HIS HORSE AND WITH GUN IN HAND ,, HUSSLED THE PASSENGERS OUT,, TWO MEN IN SUITS WHICH HE QUICKLY SHOT,, AND A WELL DRESSED YOUNG LADY,, THE BIGGEST ONE HOPPED TO THE TOP OF THE STAGE AND THREW THE STRONG BOX TO THE GROUND,, CLIMB DOWN AND SHOT THE LOCK OFF,,TAKING WHAT LOOKED LIKE FIVE HEAVY BAGS OUT AND DIVIDING THEM BETWEEN THE THREE SADDLE BAGS,,MADE THE GIRL GET UP BEHIND THE BIG GUY ON A HORSE WITH FOUR WHITE SOCKS,, AND OFF THEY WENT,, RIDING DOWN,, SAW THE MESS THEY LEFT BEHIND,,LOADED THE FOUR GUYS INTO THE STAGE,, STACKING THEM LIKE CORD WOOD ,,TIED MY HORSE TO THE BACK,, CLIMBED TO THE DRIVERS SEAT,, WIPING OFF THE BLOOD THE BEST I COULD,, TURNED THE STAGE BACK TO THE WAY IT CAME,,THREE HOURS LATER CAME TO A LITTLE ONE STREET TOWN,, DONT REMEMBER THE NAME,, OR IF IT EVEN HAD ONE,,SAW A SIGN FOR THE MARSHALL OFFICE,, PULLED TO A STOP,, THE MARSHALL SAID,, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED,, SO TOLD HIM ALL I KNEW,,TOOK MY HORSE TO THE LIVERY STABLE,, INQUIRED ABOUT A PLACE FOR MY HORSE,, THE BROKEN DOWN OLD MAN POINTED THE CORRAL AND SAID TWO BITS,, TOLD HIM WE CAME A LONG WAYS AND MY HORSE NEED SOME OATS AND HAY,, TWO BITS MORE HE SAYS,, LOOKS LIKE YOUR RUN DOWN YOUR SELF HE SAYS,,AND I SURE WAS,,THEN HE LOOK AT MY BOOTS,, SAID I CAN PUT A NEW SOLE ON THOSE FOR YOU,, BE FOUR BITS,, BEGINNING TO THINK HE WAS GOING FOR ALL MY MONEY,,,,AS I WALKED BY THE CORRAL I SAW THE HORSE WITH FOUR WHITE SOCKS,, WALKED BACK AND ASK THE OLD MAN, WHO THE HORSE BELONGED TO, ONE OF THREE GUYS,, HEARD THEM SAY SOMETHING ABOUT WETTING THEIR WHISTLE,, WALKED INTO THE ONLY SALOON AND TOOK OFF MY HAT AND WIPED THE SWEAT OFF MY FOREHEAD ,, LOOKING AROUND AND IN A LOUD VOICE ASKED WHO OWNS THAT HORSE WITH FOUR WHITE SOCKS IN THE CORRAL,,BIG GUY WITH HIS FEET ON THE OLD STOVE WITH A DRINK IN HIS HAND SAID,, WHATS IT TO YOU WITH A SNARL,,CALMLY I SAID ,, WHERES THE GIRL,,WHIPPED OUT MY GUN AND SHOT HIM IN THE FOOT,, ONLY GOING TO ASK ONE MORE TIME PARDNER,, NOW I DONT KNOW IF THAT WAS JUST A DREAM OR IN ANOTHER LIFE OF MINE,,
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 01:46:52 +0000
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