a codicil
peeks from
the slats of the
double swinging
saloon doors,

jurisprudence
loaded in her colt
revolver revoking the
provision of the will,
testamentary in alteration
of the disposal of property,

deceased estate,
tumbleweed made
the call, blow him away,
whiskey abided, the bullet
entered flesh and bone, gypsies
tramps and thieves, green onions
bled, these boots are made for walking,

four years,
nine months,
seven days later,
she came through
the slats, reinvented
shapeshifting, stood
five three, whiskey jugs
flow, till of the faro bank
back in business, The Sundance
Wives Daily hot off the press, "She
came to town for justice, her boots are
made for walking."

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