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Dirty Money |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Dirty money’s what they called it- “Judas silver”, for the dead. They called me a bounty killer- Hunting outlaws, by the head. From Tucson, to Tascosa... Through a land of burning Hell- I’m glad the country has no tongue What ghastly tales ‘twould tell. I knew Tom Horn, and Sieber- Siringo was my friend... And one by one I watched them all- Come to a tragic end. I met Tilghman out in Tulsa- That was quite some time ago. Before Selman murdered Hardin... In a bar in El Paso. Now my hair is getting grayer- And I’m slowing down, they say- I know I’ll meet a faster gun, I’m waiting for the day. Waiting, maybe wishing- For at night I know no peace. I am haunted by my victims- How I wish the dreams would cease. “Dirty money, Judas silver”? There is one thing that I know- I’d gladly give back every dime... To get the ghosts to go. |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent writing, John. Very well done! |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Gunslinger....You make me want to pull out a history of the Old West. Thanks for helping keep our past alive. Bob |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ This is a stirring piece. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Good story. Point taken. The regrets of our actions will follow us forever. Melton |
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