A Trip To Rotgut

A trip to rotgut I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon. The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon. I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hangman's plank. For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor for killing the bar tender after the poker game . Little jill was his bill for the night. But was not going to be. Rotgut was a mean town hanging was a weekly thing. But today there would be no. For my guns would blaze to save a man in rotgut.