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The Sleuth of Soup Creek
With a fresh cup of coffee, I stepped outside to have a peek. It was another peaceful morning, in the valley around Soup Creek. I caught the glint of a Winchester, a model ninety-four. It was across the lap of Jenna, just outside the saloon door. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jan sneaking to the loo. I could hear her spurs were jingling as she went to take a poo. In the saloon I heard some laughter, it was Milt just having fun. At a table dealing stud, a gamblers game is never done. At the other end of the street, there stood Tania with watchful eyes. With a pistol on each hip, she was ready for any surprise. Down by the livery stable was a Texas ranger by the name of Dave. He was looking for our mayor, who he thought was digging a grave. There was a rumor of riders coming, and the Creek might be in a bind. He searched both high and low, but sir Tom he could not find. Ten miles south of town, with graves dug all around. Tom had stopped these riders and saved our hallowed ground. Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg 8/21/22
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