March 20th ...Two Thousand Eighteen
Howdy stranger.
We don’t get many folks round these ways no more,well ever since they built that fancy resort over yonder,where them there rich city folk do their vacationing.
We get the odd drifter pass through nows and again .... but them don’t stay none to long and never settle.
It just been me and Mary Lou my sister these last 5 winters now ,everybody up gone and left Silver City for other parts.
Mary Lou and me got married last spring,Pa always said “one in the family is worth twos on the outside “
But the babies kept comin out all wrong so Mary Lou put em down the well out back of the old Parsons place.
Well I growed tired of Marys constant yick yackating and she dog gone burnt my eggs way to often, so I put some lead in her this morning and buried her out in the pasture next to Pa
I tell you friend I can still hear that womans yapping in my head
Well the suns low in the sky now and the bottle of Jacks almost gone so am gonna take the old horse and ride out East ,maybe reach the border by sunrise and hide out in the hills of Devon maybe rustle me a few of them there Dartmoor ponies or hold up one of them fancy Stagecoach buses Pa always talked about.
So adios friend.... thanks for stopping by ....
We don’t get many folks round these ways no more,well ever since they built that fancy resort over yonder,where them there rich city folk do their vacationing.
We get the odd drifter pass through nows and again .... but them don’t stay none to long and never settle.
It just been me and Mary Lou my sister these last 5 winters now ,everybody up gone and left Silver City for other parts.
Mary Lou and me got married last spring,Pa always said “one in the family is worth twos on the outside “
But the babies kept comin out all wrong so Mary Lou put em down the well out back of the old Parsons place.
Well I growed tired of Marys constant yick yackating and she dog gone burnt my eggs way to often, so I put some lead in her this morning and buried her out in the pasture next to Pa
I tell you friend I can still hear that womans yapping in my head
Well the suns low in the sky now and the bottle of Jacks almost gone so am gonna take the old horse and ride out East ,maybe reach the border by sunrise and hide out in the hills of Devon maybe rustle me a few of them there Dartmoor ponies or hold up one of them fancy Stagecoach buses Pa always talked about.
So adios friend.... thanks for stopping by ....
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