They Is A-Hangin' Me Tonight

Well, here I sit a-sweatin' and a-thinkin' in the hoosegow in old Santa Fe. In the glow of the settin' sun I see the hangin' tree jes' across the way. Folks has come in their buckboards from near and far to enjoy the show. Things ain't a-lookin' too good fer me right now, I want y'all to know! The preacher was here babblin' words of hope and a-prayin' fer my soul. Well, he was reassurin' and charmin' but he left me feelin' mighty low! He said if'n I'd repent my sins they'd be a slight chance of avoidin' hell! I reckon in a hour er so the Lord'll sort that out - fer now who can tell! The sheriff jes' came by a-wantin' to know what I want fer my final meal. "Fried chicken, taters and a beer would do" said I. More'n that don't appeal. Through the bars I see the sheriff's boys a-stretchin' out the noose. I hope they gits it adjusted comfortable like - not too tight and not too loose! I admit I ain't been a outstandin' dude and I've been a hell-raiser all my life. But shucks, horse thievin' didn't cause no harm nor did I molest a feller's wife. But that jedge saw things diff'runt, 'specially since it was his hoss I stole! He said, "Son, you're to be strung up on a tree - God have mercy on yer soul!" I see they drove the final nail in my coffin - I reckon I'm ready to face my fate. Maybe before they stretch my neck the guv'ner'll call if'n it ain't too late. I'm mighty glad them folks is enjoyin' theyselves partyin' and drinkin' beer. Too bad it's my demise they is celebratin and a-causin' all that cheer! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved (Sequel to follow)