A Last Throw of the Dice..part 2
He never had a chance,he didn't even see them
But he had lost the very thing that he had gone in search of ,..
His freedom...
Well,it was two long years fore he could make his break away
From that chain gang up Comanchie way
And now,..still being chased high and low
By Sheriff Dan Blaine,...of Waco
Yeah,ever since he dug up his illegal proceeds
He has been hounded for his unlawfull deeds
Well Dan ,..says Hayden,.. im now drawing a line
This is where it ends, come rain or come shine
Ive twentyfive thousand reasons to live
Or to die.......
So take heed Sheriff Dan....
Cause either way, ill be saying... goodbye.
Just then from behind him, he hears a sound
And with blinding speed ,he spins around
Colt, drawn levelled and cocked...
Before that coffee cup hits the ground.
The girl staggers back in fright, with a jolt
At the speed, and the menace of that forty five colt
Hayden looks to the heavens with a sigh
As he spins the gun and drops it back to his side...
This was the girl he had saved last night
In that two bit town just up the trail a mite
She had been set upon by cowpokes
Just out back of the Silver Spokes...
Well, he sure set there grins,.. at a different angle
With a few well aimed thumps of a pickaxe handle
Then he hoisted her up on his big old steed
And they took off up main street with a good turn of speed
He had planned on dropping her
On the other side of town
But she had other ideas and was
Reluctant to step down....
He did stop, some time later, to light a fire
He was hungry, and he knew old blue was beginning to tire
And he needed that horse fresh,and full of running
For whatever the morning would be bringing
Now Hayden hadent really seen the girl properly last night
In all the commotion, and the poor light
But now, as she stood before him
Tall, dark haired and slim
There was no denying her beauty
Despite the bruising on her chin
And the dress torn and dirty...
That she clutched about her olive skin.
From his saddlebags he took a shirt
For this damsel in distress
Which she accepted with a little nod
And a muchas gracias
She said her name was Consuelo
On the run from a cruel esposo...
Now Hayden didn't understand,all that she said
But he got most of it, and nodded his head
While trying hard, not to drown...
In those big brown eyes.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Part 2 of 3...Of my old Western story/poem.
Comments (11)
Take care.
SR
Yall driving me mad now for part 3
I enjoyed it, I mean once you read the first line your back in the story...
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
I really appreciate them....part3 is on its way