45Federale~45
45Federale~45
They came over the ridge riding the horses making them nag. They was cowboy tough shooting from the hip one of them pulled the trigger on his gun while it was still in the holster and killed his gray out from under him. He was quite comical hitting the earth and trying to stay standing up leaving the saddle trying not to fly like a fly a buzzing in the air around sniffing this way and that looking for a hat overturned to lay its eggs is your hair on fire now. White squirrely things crawl in old leather hats overturned and left unattendent not meant to be taken and worn but better left there alone and lost for the flies. Eye bet the next time you get a hat from the dusty place you will wash it out first in the water tough. The second rider went down because the horse stepped in a gopher hole now ewe have heard that all your life its true this time. He fell at an awkward angle and eye did not fire. Eye did not shoot the first man either. Iether. Eyethere. The third man wore the bandoleros and carried knives and guns all over his body so he could reach them and react killing anyone who dared his face GOD that was a bad man his horse was a roan and clearly hated him he jumped against the bit frothing at the mouth red specks spewing from a hole in the cheek eye drew the carbine gun and took careful aim at him old son there is a time to fight and this Sherriff was ready for eye was a federale~. Eye fired the bullit sped to the gun barrel of the mesically it went into the barrel and broke the chamber holder snapped the hammer back and broke his thumb. Bet you Never heard that One. The fight was over except for mopping up the salon. Having coffee with Leonard was never so much fun as today. TGIF.
