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Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground

Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground Tony was a wicked dude carried a thirty-eight Always raced his fast cars always cheated Fate Carried a straight razor in his left shoe Things that would be daring, he was ready to do Afraid he would cut his own throat, wore a beard But damn sure was nothing else, man never was skeered Fought in the roughest bars that were around Beat living hell out of every bully he ever found Yes, he was still alive at age thirty nine And ready to tackle any that crossed the line Do not ask about his last fighting night aiive Shot by a ten year old kid, took his last dive. Yes sir, he was easily toughest dude around. Now laying in boot hill under frozen ground. Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 1970 Note. ----- Age 16, no edits.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/8/2023 3:41:00 PM

I really enjoyed this one. Would be my kind of book to read.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/8/2023 4:05:00 PM

Thank you my good friend. Yes, ole Tony lived a rough tough life. And died an old man. He always told me this- "" son always draw your gun first."" Because that first bullet sent is the best.""

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/8/2023 9:07:00 AM

This is a work of fiction based upon a real person I knew in my youth. The real Tony lived to be 75. Died in his sleep on Christmas morning.