Stagecoach Is A-Comin' To Old Santa Fe

"Hyar she comes! The weekly stagecoach is a-comin' to old Santa Fe!" The driver cracked his whip and blowed his klaxon to herald the way! The weekly arrival of the stagecoach was cause fer raucous celebration! The town's ne'er-do-wells found another excuse fer excess inebriation! The excited citizens one and all awaited its arrival with bated breath, To see and greet the motley rogues brought to town by the driver, Seth! Seth descended from his perch midst snarlin' curs and guttersnipes, Gun-totin' hangers-on, genteel ladies, the sheriff and other sundry types. Grizzled Seth cut loose a stream of cussin' and in a furious rage, Yelled, "You'uns clear the way and let them people git off'n the stage!" His bedraggled passengers set foot on the dusty streets of old Santa Fe, Happy to be relieved of the stagecoach's nauseous lurch and sway! The Baptist Ladies Guild gasped when down stepped a lady of the night, But she was greeted by the fellers of Buster's Saloon with a cry of delight! Next was a feller all dressed in black scannin' the crowd with a gloomy glower. He was a preacher-man causin' fellers from Buster's Saloon to cringe and cower! A steely-eyed dude with 44s on his hips viewed the mob with condescension, But his shifty manner put the sheriff on alert and merited his attention! Down stepped a foppish dandy wearin' diamonds and dressed in fine attire. He was a gamblin' man aimin' to see how much town capital he might acquire! Seth hollered, "All aboard! I gotta git to Albuquerq' by six tonight!" He whipped his steeds to a gallop and soon old Santa Fe was outta sight! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved