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Town Called RotGut

Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was being surly, as a dust storm was blowing wild.

Traveling way too long, he came across a town he’d never seen before.
The sign said ‘Welcome to RotGut, Rest Here, We’re a friendly town.’
Shelter he was a seeking, in that town of RotGut, only one night, to tell.
His horse enclosed in the livery, he entered the saloon, out of the wind.
The piano was a playing, a lively tune as he, slowly opened up the door.
Everyone stilled, as him they did peruse, as he wandered up to the bar.

The ruckus resumed quickly, as he stated that he was, just a passing thru.
The whiskey tasted mighty sweet, a smell of it lingered in the air, too.
The girls were friendly, so he bought one some, as a patron eyed him on.
A deck of cards flashed in the gamblers hands, as a six-gun laid beside.

The gambler waved him over saying, it’s been kind of dead here, of late.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to know him, no one trying to make a name.
Relieved no one would have to die that night, he joined the poker game.
The night became finally peaceful, as he was welcomed into the game.

Around 2 in the morning, the whiskey and trek was taking its toll, a shame.
He climbed the stairs to his room, lulled asleep by the sounds downstairs.
Morning dawned bright and early, with the dust storm long gone away.
And the room looked, Oh So Different, within the new light of the day.

Curtains faded and shredded, limp with dust, a room full of decay…
Abandoned eons ago... The banisters in the hallway were broken apart.
The saloon downstairs was disheveled, with barely anything left in tact.
Only the table in the corner, seemed to have withstood the test of time.

And sitting right there, at that corner table, a deck of old cards remained.
Not a speck of dust was upon them, as he tipped his hat, a final goodbye.
Then he moseyed out to the livery, which was in equally bad disarray.
No one had been here, in neigh on forever, was all that he could tell.

A dried up old western town, with tumbleweed blowing everywhere around.
Still he left a tip for the care of his horse, for he wouldn’t be unkind, of course.
He left the town of RotGut, a lonely and eerie oasis, in the bright light of day.
At the edge of town he tipped his hat, to RotGut, for the kindness… displayed.

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  1. Date: 7/23/2014 4:41:00 PM

    Hey Carol, you sure can tell a story, my friend. An excellent write this is. Hope it is a win for you....peter
  1. Date: 7/21/2014 7:25:00 PM

    and rotgut surely missed him , as he rode his prad away, the dust storm was a looking grim, adios the dusty way....love it babe...
  1. Date: 7/20/2014 7:02:00 PM

    Your imagination is admirable! I very much enjoyed this piece, I am sure it will do well in the contest. Best of luck!
  1. Date: 7/20/2014 2:24:00 PM

    Dear Carol, An old western town, scary stuff, and fun---I love 'em all! The perfect trifecta! Thanks for this FUN story. Bev
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 5:02:00 PM

    beautifully penned carol good luck in the contest. Hugs Jan xxx
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 2:12:00 PM

    LOL, loved this fun write, my friend
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 1:56:00 PM

    Extensive n beautiful is ur write Carol! Gl in contest!
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 1:56:00 PM

    What a wonderful story Carol...A nice tribute to the old western towns...beautifully penned...hugs Tim

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