The End of the Feud, Part I

Clarence Stone stepped into the saloon, Tired from long days on the trail. He was riding on west to far Idaho, Where land awaited, spacious and hale. He was fleeing a feud that had consumed The families of Burton and Stone. Rather than die for an old hate, He had set out with all that he owned. Inside the bar one thing he did espy: A woman beautiful and tanned, With flowing black hair and emerald eyes, Dressed in the jeans of a man. Why such a woman was here, he didn’t know, But she clearly seemed to belong. She tossed back whiskey and joined the choir Of the men’s raucous, cow-punching songs. Stone went for a drink, and sat at the bar Planning out the rest of his night, When a man shouted ‘cheat,’ and all sprung up The saloon gave itself over to fight! Stone swung as they came, holding his own, And the woman just off to his right, Danced and dodged, kicked and swung, Shrieking loudly her delight… But her speed failed, and job it got through, She stumbled, fell back to the floor. So bold Clarence charged, bull-rushed the man, Who whimpered and cried out,’No More!’ He helped the girl up, but she grabbed his neck, And slammed him into a deep kiss. She broke with a grin, and turned to the fray Saying,’Come on! Let’s go finish this!’ Ten minutes later they both stumbled out Sweaty with hard-fought victory. Stone tried to move off, but she grabbed his wrist Saying,’Oh No! You’re not done with me!’ They went to her hotel, hurried and hot And up the grand stair-case did tear. I won’t go into detail on what happened next, For a gentleman doesn’t go there… CONCLUDES IN PART II.