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The Arizona Kidd
PART ONE
The Path Of The Wind
The Arizona Kidd hung up his spurs the day the tree split into crosses from the
lightning bolt surmising that his LORD was not well pleased with him that day
the Sherriff made his play. The Kidd wears a Jean Vest and spurs his boots are
always black and shiny his Hat is leather with a nickel band no feather his Indian
friends one day took his Rodeo hat and stuck a feather in it and laughed so now
he avoids his Indian friends. The Holsters on his web belt are reversed for his
quick draws the one on the left is his Silver plater hanggun. The holster on the
right has a Gold Plated thumb gun the trigger is tied back to shoot the bullits one
by one in a quick lethal manner he is shooting at the son of man to warn them to
be left alone at sunrise come. He used to use the silver bullits but the leaded
ones are nicer and the cost is so much cheaper and the Golden bullits on the
belt are costly and not cheep palaver is not his forte. Listen as this tale is
fabeled. He was drinking whiskey the Sherriff swore he would arrest him or die
with his boots on trying to uphold the lawman looked like he had never missed a
meal his bald headed visage in a grimace climbing up that hill to get a look down
on that killer's camped out near the tree was tall and filled with wormwood and
on that fatefull day the wind made a mourning noise and came near to watch the
Sheriffs' play with the Arizona Kidd. He could not see into the sun. This was the
Sherriff's thinking some people call it cheating.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2008
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