Her cowgirl friends
embody the spirit
of western hospitality
no city banality.

RedThunder rides with
Wind River Sally,
better-looking
than others.

RedThunder, she has a simple
elegance of speech, a kinder
intelligence within range reach.

Drifters and drinkers,
Willie and Toby,
Judas-lover thinkers.

White man sells RedThunder a
bandana. "You want a red one?"
"Hell yes!  I'm not a Blue Indian!"

Galloping the Judas across a
landscape of rugged Sage brush,
loping the Judas back to camp,
tapping her spurs, leaving tawny
plumes of past dust behind her,
while she leaves a woman with
a burr-tangled ass.

RedThunder's gonna tell the
damn Judas story 'round the
warmth of a friendly campfire.

Whiskey for my women, beer
for my horses!

 

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman