Liver-eating Johnson, the Indian Wife and Bowie Knife
montana shack
resembled a vandalized church
double doors hanging from the hinges
no balls to go with the dangling cock and bull elk rack
dirty wash tub stained with tobacco juice and pulpit birch
liver-eating johnson
left a scalp hanging from the eave
a rusty old barrel from a .50 caliber sharps buffalo gun
stuffed with pages from the bible as a grave marker writers
disillusioned to think anything sells but sears & roebuck catalog
etta moon put a spell on him why he took leave
mountain men
have come and gone
motivated by profit blood on the log
the boosway a bastardization
militarized leader of the brigade
to bring in some pelts thus destroying
the fur trade pawn flooding the organized mormon
migration lame mules victims of a teamster cavalcade
brought down by the indian wife and the bowie knife
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Ron
with all the things your story poets are telling
and what an excellent view it is...
kicking the dust and picking up stones
River Rocks & River Birch
Vickie xo
Love,
Deborah