Another Chapter of Milton Creek

With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night, their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light. A surprise attack was what they had foreseen, led by the infamous, lollipop queen. With a group of ringed men, she’d deceived and collected, they rode for the jail, for the first one she’d infected. In shackles and chains, her best awaited his trial, I can’t say his name, so we’ll just call him Kyle. Old Kyle was arraigned for a snake oil ruse, he claimed to sell medicine but was just peddling booze. They stopped just out of town by farmer Bill’s pig pen, where they all shared a lollipop, and a *Cornish game hen*. Rested and fed, they all headed for town, their plan was to free Kyle and turn his frown upside down. There were many new graves that we helped Mayor Tom to dig, we could smell them all coming, they were pungent like a pig. Little did they know how Milton Creek was protected, we watched each other’s back, and our defense was perfected. David and Terry, were perched on the roof of the jail, I stood right out front with my leaded cocktail. Tania and Jan were on the top of the saloon, Milton was keeping watch, as he played a catchy tune. Deb was on the ground, locked and loaded, Lin had Jenna’s Winchester and some dynamite to be exploded. *a Cornish game hen is produced from a cross between the Cornish and white Plymouth rock chicken breeds, it is served young and immature weighing no more than two pounds*