They Is A-Hangin' Me Tonight - Sequel 1

Well, here comes the sheriff and his boys a-strollin' t'wards my cell. I say adios to the cockroaches, fleas and rats I've come to know so well! "Lord, I want Ya to take care of my Ma and Pa and my little darlin' Nell. Have mercy on my wicked soul - Ya know I've already served my time in hell!" For fear I'd flee the scene they cuffed my hands and shackled my feet. I'm a-tellin' ya right here and now, boys, I was beginnin' to feel the heat! A coupla fellers grabbed my arms to steady my tremblin' knees. I felt as queasy as if I was in a sailin' boat upon the billowin' seas! The sheriff and his boys got us through the mob by makin' a little clearin'. Despite my pendin' demise the rowdy crowd started hollerin' and a-cheerin'! We got to the hangin' tree and the sheriff asked if'n I had somethin' to say. "Well, if'n it's all the same to you, I jes' as soon be out thar fishin' today!" Hold on thar! A hoss and rider was gallopin' t'wards us like a bat outta hell! He was a-flappin' his arms and yellin' and it was urgent I could tell! He skidded to a stop a-wavin' a piece of paper that he held in his hand. It was a reprieve from the guv-ner; he saved me from a trip to Glory Land! The mob was disappointed with this turn of events and got quite irate! The sheriff and his boys had a riot on thar hands and I became fair bait! "Mr. Sheriff, I'd be obliged if'n I could finish them chicken legs and beer." (I'm gonna hunt up that thar preacher and git religion when I git outta here!) Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved