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At Night By The River

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John Yaws
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0 posted 11-28-1999 10:45 PM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

Twenty More Miles To Laredo

“Twenty more miles to Laredo
I’ve time for a drink and a meal.”
His hand touched his hip, where they fell on a gun
It’s grip made of walnut and steel.
The Ensenal Marshall behind him-
For being too quick with the gun...
The dead man drew first, but McComas was fast
And the corpse was a rich rancher’s son.
The afternoon crowd in the Bon Ton was sparse
McComas walked up to the bar..
Weary and dusty, he needed a shave...
You could see he had ridden too far.
A girl quickly moved up beside him...
She smiled and said, “I am in love
Buy me a drink, and see what you think;
By the way I’m Billie Dove”.
He tarried too long at the table-
Whiskey fumes rolled back the years,
He was a reckless, young cowboy again-
And she hadn’t shed all those tears.
He said, “ I am taking you with me”.
She said, “ I am ready to go...
We’ll start life afresh, and raise lots of kids
Somewhere down in old Mexico”.
McComas walked out through the batwings
His walk didn’t take him too far.
There at the hitch rack beside of his horse
A tall man was wearing a star.
He had the edge and he knew it-
And knew he should go for his gun
But murder was not in his nature...
He spoke and the damage was done.
“Over here, Anse”, he was drawing-
The Marshall, as fast as they come.
Both forty- four‘s spoke. and sent lead and smoke
He whispered, “Oh, God! That was dumb”!
The Marshall lay there in roadway-
It was plain he was breathing his last,
McComas was bleeding, a wound in his chest,
His strength was a fading real fast.
“Here”! He heard the voice whisper-
Startled he managed to whirl...
There in the alley, holding his horse-
Was Billie, the young dance hall girl.
It’s up in the saddle, he’s riding..
And feeling the wind in his face ...
It’s funny his body is lying
There where the gunfight took place.
Billie is kneeling beside him-
The man she’d decided to love
What’s that she’s doing? She’s picked up his gun
And turning it...”Heaven above”!!!
The pistol is placed to her temple
The trigger is pulled and she dies
To fall on her man, as people come running
To look on in total surprise.
I’ve seen them at night by the river,
Walking alone in the trees...
I hear Billie’s silvery laughter..
Carried to me on the breeze.
They’re planning on raising a family
They’re looking at long years to love
The gunman once know as McComas
And his poor little soiled Billie Dove.
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Live large, people!
~GS~ http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html




[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 11-28-1999).]
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Marge Tindal
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1 posted 11-28-1999 10:53 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

You have me spell-bound with your tales.
This one so woven with action that I found myself racing through it right up to the drawing of the pistols.
My stars, Slinger ... you have more talent in your trigger finger than most writer's I've met.
I so admire your work.



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ThUnDeRkYsS
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since 09-23-1999
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2 posted 11-28-1999 11:53 PM       View Profile for ThUnDeRkYsS   Email ThUnDeRkYsS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ThUnDeRkYsS

You have stricken me for words, Gunslinger. This is amazing. Simply put, amazing.

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3 posted 11-29-1999 12:43 AM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

All the ingredients of an excellent tale...and put together by an expert. Well done.
 
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