Kout Gogga Mogga
we saw nothing
but elbows
and heard the fist pounding
the skin.
their long black and brown
leather coats hide what they
were doing
the cries of the men
on the ground
could be heard all the way
at my room
when I got their
the horses acted as they
were glad to see me
I couldn't stop til I saw what was actually going on
I asked the older gentlemen standing back watching
he simply said " a man's pride, boy! men still want to
be best at what they do you know!" huh, huh, he laughed
as I went to pull the men apart,
I heard a voice, and that's all I remember,
somebody hit me from behind
and then all I saw were black boots and those long
black and brown cattlecoats, that's when
I noticed these men wore masks, their
faces fully covered
one had what appeared to be a
large "x" with silverstars
and green, black, and yellow background behind it,
I knew the mark, " Gallo's Pride" Men from
the badlands. Their sister was said to be Madam Guesser,
a worldy woman! Their names were Bachlid and Braccs McCormick
Days later I found out that Bachlid and Braccs
seeked revenge against
these gentlemen calling their sister a whore.
she orchestrated the whole thing.
I wish I never got involved.
now every one think's I've been "boning y, the ho"
Aint got time for that, my wife don't
play like that. my horses and my cattle
keeps me busy. Somebody has got to put a stop
to this, I heard they took straps to Vos Dos Galtrim
down on the field edge.
and if what Paschinni said is right, they wore
chaps , their cattlecoats and masks to church, and didn't
take off their hats during service. Mosof told me that
down in the general store, while Brimmer was
waxing the new tiles they installed, these
leathernecks came in and wiped there horses manure
all over Mosof's freshly waxed floor.
they started wearing these leather straps with gold on them,
and going around challenging people.
Basstein and Trebler Clausecleft, started getting
people to sign their names and put up money to challenge them.
when I heal, and find someone to tend to my horses, I promise you
these Cattlecoat Desporatos will regret ever stepping foot in this Town!
It's said that these guy's were redboned mallto's from Sweden, Green and blued. the sun tanned them to a golden brown, and their mask hide there face.
there horses danced at the sound of a fiddle, and their sister was a world famous worldly woman.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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