Bat Doors

I sat outside the saloon on a bench just watching the rain muddy the dirt street. I was in for wet feet or a long wait. I played my Jew’s Harp with a twanging beat. My horse waited across the muddy road tethered in front of Slates Emporium’s Stores where I’d bought a couple of choice cigars before having that drink behind bat doors. 6-16-18