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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Sandy Creek Gunfight
[time] => 2004-05-05 21:27:06
[hometext] => ~for a lark~
[bodytext] => The bar room was full of smoke light pried its feeble way in. Whiskey and words were spilled plus a few glasses of gin. Dangerous Dan (the local) sat at a table within reach of his pearl handled gun. Johnson of the plains walked in and the joust had just begun. They eyed each other expectantly like all gun fighters would. Johnson of the plains dipped his hat like any gentleman should. Their issue was an old one as out of castles and of the knights. Their affection was for a fair damsel her name - Sherry Delights. For weeks there was talk about town both barber, and grocer agreed. That the only way it would be settled would be a bullet, a heart so to bleed. The bar room emptied quickly for no man wanted a piece of lead. The barman scuttled his brewery for barmen are quick or they're dead. While the gunmen plied their trade the town's folk hovered outside. Not one of them game to go near this method was true and was tried. Johnson of the plains was a ruffian so these local towns folk told. Dan had fired a shot or two each one had missed Johnson cold. Johnson grabbed a spare bottle drank down that hot fiery rum. Dan just kicked back his heals there was no way that he would run. Dan stood and he called to Johnson who was now ready to move in a flash. Slowly they walked toward the other both eager to win this clash. Electricity was there in between them eye ball to eye ball they stood. Neither not going to draw not until the other one would. Dan went for the grab-going early Johnson replied like a shot. As they scribbled down their first lines neither one knew if they'd hit the right spot. Johnson wrote of wheat fields Dan of love and despair. Then reading each other's examples they gave each other an admiring glare. All night the duel carried on with prose, meter and rhyme. Ripping each other to no good as they wrote true, line after line. Dan still wrote of love Johnson only how he knew. Each to his own they did scribble each to himself they were true. They stood there all night in that bar room writing for all they were worth. Neither one giving an inch for both were salt of the earth. What of Sherry Delights was she eager to see who fell? Well this poet won't tell that part for he doesn't know and he can't tell. The local folk soon lost interest for today's news is tomorrow's cage floor. But both gunfighters walked out side together they walked out that door. For there is a moral in this story as if you didn't already know. How each opponent should be true to himself and the victory should never be known. Oh, the gossips and taletellers were shirty they should know the outcome of these duels. The gunmen knowing full well that to tell would break all the rules. So if you go to the town of Sandy Creek out beyond the Rockies high. You'll see the grave of Dan and Johnson each died with a gasp and a sigh. Each gunned for the love of that maiden each one with words so true each one tried for her heart one of them lived feeling blue. What of the fair Sherry Delights? what became of that womanly elf. Well, she had stayed true to her word she had stayed true to herself. So was it Dan or Johnson who lived feeling blue with no fault they both were true. This poet will tell you the ending he will tell the ending to you. Each gunfighter respected each other to each they were never a cur. Sherry Delights her reputation not tarnished they left the rest of the story to her. ~:~The End~:~ [comments] => 9 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 64 [informant] => twinkletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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