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Chic Waco was the marshal of our little town. Stood near six-two and usually sported a frown. Never said a lot but what he said, was said mighty clear. Most likely if he was talking to you, it was something you wasn't wanting to hear. Chic was a mighty good marshal and did his job the best he could, There were those that gave him problems and he'd let them know just where they stood. This one good for nothing family were as ornery as could be. When they got to drinking they'd threaten anybody they would see. That's when Waco usually always earned his keep. Most times them boys didn't want to go quietly, so Waco would just rap them on the head, and pile them in a heap. Them Trusdale boys packed an awful fierce grudge and just wouldn't let it lie. When they got sobered up they said reckon that marshals just gonna have to die. Well they thought and they planned for about a month and a half. Then the youngest got caught stealing a Circle D calf. He was brought to town and sentenced to hang. Word got out ain't no Trusdale, what would ever swing. They said marshal if you try to hang our little brother Jack. You just painted a bulls eye on the middle of your back. Well that didn't set well at all with Waco and he told em flat out don't be a threatening me. If your wantin gunplay just whip em on out, then we'll all get to see. Chic said Trusdales I'm calling your bluff. He said you're backshootin, yellowbellys, and you ain't got the stuff. Bout that time the oldest I think they called him Will. Reached for his iron with intent to kill. Waco saw him reach and he shot him dead. Then he felt the bullet that was fired by Will's brother Red. It didn't do much damage it was fired in haste. Then Waco pointed at Red and let him have a taste. The only brother left was a shaking like a dog. Waco looked at him and said scat on out a here before I unleash this hog. Little brother Jack they hung him out back. The one that ran somebody found dead , snakebit outside their old shack. Reckon that the moral of this story is don't mess with Chic Waco Reckon them Trusdales hadn't heard in Chics younger days he was known as Kid Wacko!
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