Ole Henry

As he came to the crossing the river was swollen out of its banks, He wouldn’t be on the run right now if he hadn’t met ole Henry Franks. All he wanted was a few supplies then he had planned on being on his way, But standing in front of the door stood this bully of a man and he was wanting to play. Well he wasn’t looking for trouble but he wasn’t going to back down from a fight, He had ridden too far and he knew this hazing weren’t right. He asked ole Henry nicely to let him enter the store, But Henry just laughed and said you ain’t going in through this here door. Well he tried to squeeze past ole Henry but he just got slung to the ground, Henry put a boot to his side then on his head he started to pound. The stranger made it to his feet and enough was enough, He hit Henry hard and found out real quick ole Henry was tough. Well they fought for near on an hour when ole Henry grabbed at his chest, He fell to the ground and the stranger thought maybe he just had to rest. But his thinking was wrong, ole Henry was dead, The crowd started hollering he’s murdered ole Henry and started firing off lead. So on his horse he rode just as fast as he could, Just one nightmare after another, and it sure weren’t looking too good. As the mob started closing in he spurred his horse into the raging river, Quickly washed out of the saddle he grabbed hold of the horses tail in hopes he would deliver. As he made it to the other side he felt a bullet crease his side, He made it to cover and knew he could keep them pinned and they would be foolish if they tried. As night started falling he knew that he was going to be alright. He just wished he hadn’t met ole Henry and gotten into that fight. I guess there is no moral to this tale, Except for the fact that stranger was mighty glad horses had a tail.