Wanderin Man - Runnin From the Law - Part III (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Wanderin Man - Runnin From the Law - Part III
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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This is part III of a poem that I originally posted last September with more recent installments being posted in the last few days. Parts IV & V will follow within the next few days.
Quoting the Wanderin Man, “I’m pickin up where I left off as I was tellin about a situation I got myself into a few years back. Like I said, I was hangin out in a little town along the border betwixt Texas an Mexico.” *WANDERIN MAN* RUNNIN FROM THE LAW Continued - Part III Got the pedal to the metal, grindin her through the gears, runnin from the law, and tryin to outrun the tears. She’s a damn fine lookin gal never even caught her name, whatever she was into it’s a pretty damn scary game. Prob’ly best if I just dropped it, dump’er an move along, but I ain’t guilty of nothin, I wasn’t doin nothin wrong. B’sides, that goes agin my grain, don’t like seein women used. I kin turn the other way, long as they ain’t abused. Bout then her phone starts in a ringin, caller’s name is Steve, so I decided that I’d answer he might be one who’ll grieve. I put the phone on speaker so I could talk an yet still drive I pushed the answer button an a mans voice asked, “You still alive?” I asked, “Who are you a callin?” He responded, “Mary Ann, she’s my little sister she’s a havin trouble with a man.” I said, “The news ain’t good, though I don’t fully understand, yer little sister’s dead an I’m still tryin ta make a plan.” I told him what I knowed, he thanked me fer my concern, said, “The assholes who done this have got a lesson ta learn.” Said, “I ain’t never been a teacher, but I’ve taken more’n one ta school, if’n you could use a little help, I got a good look at the fools.” He said, “That’s mighty friendly I might could use yer help.” Said he had some biker friends, they’d be a lookin ta take a scalp. We made plans ta meet, so he could take her car, told him where I’d leave it, near a friendly neighborhood bar. Said he knew a friendly cop he’d take care a things. He an his sister were alone but he knew she’d gain her wings. So, I covered her with a blanket Left her where I said she’d be then I sat at the bar ta see what I could see. He showed up on a bike with a couple of his friends. Seein his sister in his eyes, I offered ta help’em make amends. His cop took charge of the body I didn’t ask a lot a questions. He, his biker friends an I began plannin ta teach some lesson’s. To be continued…. *Copyright* *© 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*