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Page 7 the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly

THE LOST SOULS SALOON Page 7 I pushed aside the swinging doors And stepped out on the street My poor horse stood, alone all night without a thing to eat I led him by the reins As we turned to make our way In hopes to find some oats Or perhaps a bail of hay And as we walked so slowly Just drifting out of town I couldn't help but looking back And so I turned around For a moment, thought I saw vaguely catching just a trace In a window, 'bove the bar Of a ghost-like woman's face I'll never know, if it was real Or just a torrid dream But doomed to wander in a world Where nothing's as it seems THE END Zack will be back In SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/16/2015 4:39:00 PM

Six Guns of Fun! I enjoyed your Tale.

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 11/17/2015 6:46:00 AM

Thank you Richard, I like writing about Zack so much, It's a great encouragement even if only one person reads them----of course, more the merrier...lol

Marion Curtis

Date: 11/15/2015 8:45:00 PM

Very nice Jerry I like the ending. Looking forward to your new one.

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 11/17/2015 6:44:00 AM

Thanks, watch for more

Kp Nunez

Date: 11/15/2015 10:12:00 AM

A wild West story, Jerry. I think I should have to go back to the beginning to have a full appreciation of the story. As a stand alone narrative, I enjoyed this already.

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 11/17/2015 6:43:00 AM

Thanks Kim, I hope I can interest you to read more---I created this guy 5 years ago, and since then, he's all I ever want to write about.

Tim Smith

Date: 11/15/2015 9:14:00 AM

Bravo my friend. Bravo. You are a fabulous storyteller.

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 11/17/2015 6:40:00 AM

I owe it to you