He stood there waist high,
stared me down through his left eye,
right eye hidden in the shadow
of the pulled-down brim on his black sombrero.
I forced a smile, his right hand dropped
to the six-shooter hanging carelessly at his side.
I backed off slowly, put my satchel on the ground,
tripped over the broken-down horse
leaning on his spliced-up leg.
Reach, the sawed-off hombre said
through the slit that cut across his face.
I reached, he shot me anyway,
Bang Bang Bang!
As I curled to the ground I grabbed a dusty boot,
pulled the hombre down,
threw my arm around his neck,
held his sweaty face close to mine.
Yer gonna git it now, I grunted,
and kissed him on the lips.
He struggled loose, hopped aboard his tired horse,
galloped up the trail, taunting me to follow
to the old bunkhouse,
my six-year-old Jesse James.
Cryssa
Blessings and Love - Micke
Newfie Hugs, Rose
was that a tom boy given the kiss, or a broke back mountain thing?
it's the kiss.....thats not fair even for tom boys like me :)
it's our secret weapon & works everytime :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sage
such a youthful beauty; outlaws for life.
smileful write.
ness