the Fuse of Rio Bravo put a clove in her mouth, stepped down off her horse, her spurs clicked, keeping time with the Apache song, she pushed open the pair of saloon louvre'd doors, "when a lady enters a room, did your mother teach you to stand and take off your hat?"
"ain't no lady if she enters a saloon," Satan's bridles and bits laughed,
the Fuse of Rio Bravo stayed calm, she was about to make them rise so she could see who was wearing brass,
"is she a lady if she bets her breasts?" the Fuse of Rio Bravo ripped open her white blouse and the Lord's flesh spilled, the men stood and she counted brass belt buckles to match in number to the brass bridles and bits,
"ante up, Fuse of Rio Bravo, your woman and you too when you lose this poker hand," Satan's bridles and bits said,
"warm up that brass bed, but not before I collect those brass belt buckles and a bottle of whiskey," the Fuse of Rio Bravo said,
her woman was outside collecting brass bridles and bits, she turned the horses loose and they ran hell bent for leather across the prairies to the bell tower,
the men thinking the Fuse of Rio Bravo wanted their pants off, so they threw their brass belt buckles on the green felt poker table,
her woman busted through the louvre'd saloon doors, the dynamic nature of prayer and a gun, praying she didn't have to shoot, she threw a burlap bag to the Fuse of Rio Bravo, "move and I'll melt your dead flesh back into the brass church bell you all stole and melted down for these brass buckles, bridles, and bits! Pick 'em up, Fuse of Rio Bravo,"
the Fuse of Rio Bravo struck a match and watched it burn, put the brass in the burlap, "that church bell was a gift from the Lord, Satan's bridle and bit just lost this hand."
the Fuse of Rio Bravo and her woman rode hell bent for leather across the prairies to the church bell tower, where they had already replaced the bell...
Once you strike the match... things will never be the same...
When you spin yarns, they sure are dandy ones, Sage. Ever thought of audio versions of your work, 'cause it would be a natural with the rhythm and flow of yout words.
Strip poker to the tunes of Whiskey In The Jar-o and Bob Dylan's Lay Lady Lay... so takes me back to me mis-spent youth... with the bizarre twist of the Over 60s Handbell Ringers performing Ding Dong Merrily On High... what on earth was IN that hooch you just set up, Sage???!!! Must be the Hank Marvin factor.... Doubt if brother Cliff would be in for a hand of THIS round! Can you tell I liked this rootin-tootin, bold-as-brass swing-door of a write? :)) Set'em up agin, Joe, before that darn bell rings for last orders... LOL K xx
Boy this write can sure light some fuses! HA!
The music is perfect in creating the ambiance of your strike!
Giggy-up Girl! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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No way...got to Ditto her...thank you Kate!!!!
love Tinka
The music is perfect in creating the ambiance of your strike!
Giggy-up Girl! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~