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His old mare cantered into to town The covered wagon followed A boy's first trip to town alone He took it in, and swallowed Penny candy dreams last night And sarsparilla floats The ladies' parasol fineries The men in pinstriped coats Perhaps a whiskey, what the hell Today he was a man! But first the livery stable for Brownie For oats and a water can. The .30-30 saddle gun would come with him, of course. He also grabbed the belted Colt from the pommel of his horse. The warped board sidewalks led past stores His worn boots clopped along He strapped on the .36 Navy Colt revolver And fastened down the thong He clopped down to the first saloon Laid his rifle on the bar A sporting girl sat next to him With the unlikely name of "Star" "A milk for the lady. Myself as well, Barkeep, if you please!" A cowhand howled out raucous laughter, Flipping up Ms. Star's dress, to well above her knees "That little pup, he wants some milk So Star, give him yer **** I'll bend him over, spank his *** And then give YOU a treat!" The young man's vision doubled, trebled, The shame clear on his face As tears welled up in big blue eyes A witness in every soul in the place "Aw, the little ***** is bawling! WAH!" The cowhand bellowed out And all false mirth left his expression And he gave the boy a clout The boy just sat and sobbed and watched As Ms. Star joined in the joke But cowhand was already 3 bottles in, In a flash, her nose was broke Cowhand reached across the boy To grab that sweet, sleeved rifle The boy grabbed cowhand's wrist just then And twisted it just a trifle A yelp and howl from cowhand's mouth, "YOU BROKE MY ****** WRIST! NOW you're ****** you little sprat" He took a swing, and missed. Red faced, clumsy, humiliated He drew leather on the boy Dead to rights, he had the kid, He realized, with grim joy An explosion, a thump, on warped pine floor Blue smoke curling in the air Utter, vapid, vacuum silence Patrons cemented to their chair The tears were gone from those blue eyes Blue steel as his gaze fixed A hole had grown in cowhand's head The size was .36
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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His old mare cantered into to town The covered wagon followed A boy's first trip to town alone He took it in, and swallowed Penny candy dreams last night And sarsparilla floats The ladies' parasol fineries The men in pinstriped coats Perhaps a whiskey, what the hell Today he was a man! But first the livery stable for Brownie For oats and a water can. The .30-30 saddle gun would come with him, of course. He also grabbed the belted Colt from the pommel of his horse. The warped board sidewalks led past stores His worn boots clopped along He strapped on the .36 Navy Colt revolver And fastened down the thong He clopped down to the first saloon Laid his rifle on the bar A sporting girl sat next to him With the unlikely name of "Star" "A milk for the lady. Myself as well, Barkeep, if you please!" A cowhand howled out raucous laughter, Flipping up Ms. Star's dress, to well above her knees "That little pup, he wants some milk So Star, give him yer **** I'll bend him over, spank his *** And then give YOU a treat!" The young man's vision doubled, trebled, The shame clear on his face As tears welled up in big blue eyes A witness in every soul in the place "Aw, the little ***** is bawling! WAH!" The cowhand bellowed out And all false mirth left his expression And he gave the boy a clout The boy just sat and sobbed and watched As Ms. Star joined in the joke But cowhand was already 3 bottles in, In a flash, her nose was broke Cowhand reached across the boy To grab that sweet, sleeved rifle The boy grabbed cowhand's wrist just then And twisted it just a trifle A yelp and howl from cowhand's mouth, "YOU BROKE MY ****** WRIST! NOW you're ****** you little sprat" He took a swing, and missed. Red faced, clumsy, humiliated He drew leather on the boy Dead to rights, he had the kid, He realized, with grim joy An explosion, a thump, on warped pine floor Blue smoke curling in the air Utter, vapid, vacuum silence Patrons cemented to their chair The tears were gone from those blue eyes Blue steel as his gaze fixed A hole had grown in cowhand's head The size was .36
Inspired by "Don't take Your Guns to Town" by Johnny Cash and John Wesley Hardin
jim-northcutt
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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