I almost landed a clean tuck and roll across the dusty straw-laden barn floor, whilst latching onto my plastic six shooter; knowing full well, as I somersaulted I accidentally kicked the bale of straw Stanley was standing on. He was my deputy waiting to be hanged by the outlaws... straight way, I sat up partly dizzy and out of sorts, in obscure horror I noticed Stanley dangling, snorting through his nostrils and thrashing his feet, trying to find solid ground; in one rapid pulse beat I was up and to him. My first vibe was to wrap my arms around his legs and pick him up to relieve the tension on the twine, which I did, but then I sort of panicked...

I decided to gently lower Stanley back down whilst holding onto him with my left arm, then I leaned with my right arm extended to grabbed at the bale of straw he had been standing on, latching my fingers onto the twine... it pulled off releasing the packed flakes into an accordion pile. I felt that I was out of options at that point. I screamed for help as loud as I possibly could, whilst picking up on Stanley’s now limp legs, exhorting him to somehow help me, help him! But there was nothing either one of us could do. So, I prayed out loud, “God please, please, I don’t want to lose Stanley, don’t let him die!” I couldn’t for the life of me hold him up any longer!

Suddenly, I heard a car slowly passing by the open barn door up on Klump road, I’m sure I did! I had a sudden adrenalin rush; I thought maybe if I could somehow hold Stanley up for another minute or two he possibly could be saved, so, I screamed loud as I could once again, “Help, someone please help me!” I half-whispered to Stanley in a low, raspy voice, “Hold on, Stanley, hold on!” But the hold on him was vile; “Someone is coming to save you... I promise.” Another agonizing minute passed... by now I was completely wiped out. I colsaped to my knees in utter despair, letting Stanely swing. I could''nt help, but look up at his crimson face, and buldging eyes, as a drop of liquid death fell from my brother hitting me in the eye, mixing with my own soiled tears... finalizing a turbulent three minutes. I was close to that breaking point where fear and confusion merge; taxing my body and soul, I felt numb and transit. The old fly- infested barn and restless livestock, hushed, as if in silent prayer; way too eerie! The only sound was the twine which wrapped the hewn beam, creaking from the sway of Stanley''s limp body...