Realms of Light
Tall Sally's Saloon
by Linda L. Dowd
South of the border lived two-fisted Pete.
He liked his rum straight and his scotch whisky neat.
He wore a bandana 'round his 10-gallon hat,
And a vest that was made from pelts of polecat.
Each notch on his gun belt was a life he did take,
For those who dared cross him, made their final mistake.
He was a mean hombre with eyes glinting steel,
~A man made of rock without heart that could feel.
He spewed vile words through tobacco-stained teeth,
And stomped on the graves of those six feet deep.
His bloodstream was cold and running with ice,
No man ever lived to cross Bad Pete twice.
One scorching day, a ranger rode into town,
He asked the townsfolk if Pete was around.
A cowboy pointed to the beaten-down bar,
As the sun of high noon lit the ranger’s tin star.
Bart tethered his horse at Tall Sally’s Saloon,
Then spat dusty spit in a big brass spittoon.
As he swung the doors open, he peered inside,
And saw the marked man push his whiskey aside.
The ranger approached him with his hand on his gun.
He looked in the eyes of the man on the run.
They were evil and vacant and as black as coal,
~He walked with the devil and sold him his soul.
Two-fisted Pete pushed his table away,
And snarled at the ranger, “You just made my day!"
Big Bart then halted and stopped in his tracks,
For down came a shower of crumpled greenbacks.
An amply-built woman leaned over the railing.
“Stay away from my Pete!” Tall Sally was wailing.
“You can have all my money and even the bar!
~But don’t touch a hair on that man with the scar!”
As Pete raised his gun and aimed at Bart’s head,
All of Sal's patrons scrambled and fled.
Soon there resounded a thunderin' boom,
As the bullet ricocheted throughout the saloon.
The ranger then thanked his lucky tin star,
~ Pete’s aim had been poor and had missed him by far!
He picked up the greenbacks and ran out the door,
And hasn’t been seen in that town anymore.
Concubine Sally then raced down the stairs,
Climbed on Pete’s lap and bared all her wares.
He pinched her plump bottom and slobbered a kiss,
~ He had a big soft spot for this tall, painted Miss.
The patrons returned with each wearing a grin.
Pete poured his gal Sal a glass of straight gin.
Poorly-told jokes crudely spread through the room,
As they knocked back their drinks in Tall Sally’s Saloon.