A Town Called Rotgut
The dosage of bourbon stung his throat.
As Zachary sit at the bar, he guarded his conversation and did not talk much.
He knew he was not favored by most of the men.
However, this did not disarray him as a woman’s man.
The saloon was breezy from the wind.
Zachary heard gunshots outside and knew this was an enemy aimed to win.
Rancor brought his death before his eyes.
One will leave dead and one would leave alive.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!
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