The Scarlet Hussy, Part Ii
...“I need your help Adam,”she frantically said.
“If no one will help, I soon will be dead.
I know you barely know me, we’ve not even a lay
But please here me out, let me have my say.”
“McClors is a killer, he’ll kill us all soon
To save myself, this is what I will do:
If you will protect me from McClor’s mad rage
You’ll have your fill of me, each and every day.”
“I’ll cook and I’ll clean, I will keep you house,
I’ll do anything that you’d get from a spouse.
I’ll bear all your children, many or few,
You don’t know the things I can do for you.”
“It may not be the stuff born of dreams,
But I’m not some dumb girl, young and naïve.
Please protect me now and you’ll always find
A welcoming woman to stand by your side.”
Adam shook his head, and offered a frown,
Saying,”You’re better off just fleeing town.
You think I’m a hero, from the stories grand,
But I tell you now, I am not that man.”
“Some would say that I am no better then McClors
For the things that’s I’ve done in the years before,
On long months’ march in far southern climes,
Where bloodshed and death a man’s soul did grind.”
“And more years on the plains, dodging the blows
And the arrows shot, by cunning, red foes.
I have brought death to many…and fear
That’s why I keep to myself way out here.”
She said,”Whatever you’ve done, I understand.
I come not looking for a perfect man.
I offer no more than what you can see,
The willingness of a mere Scarlett Hussy—”
Just then the sounds of fast hooves arose,
And horses flew in, out of a nearby grove.
Jaocb McClors and three lackies did ride,
And Adams he said,”My horse, get behind!”...
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017
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