When Good Folks Get Mad, Part Ii

...But Madeline just too aim, lined up her shot. ‘I don’t need to kill all, just you Joe,’ She said as she aimed straight for his heart, ‘We both know how this will unfold.’ ‘Charlie there doesn’t breath without say-so, And Walter can’t hit a barn with his gun. It’s only you, Joe. You are the whole gang, And with one shot it all is undone.’ Ol d Joe did seethed, and go for his pistol, Madeline squeezed, and the rifle did bark. Joe pitched backwards quickly, dead on his feet His rotten soul lost to the great dark. Madeline she shifted, and shot Walter The stunned fool fell from his horse. And Charlie he turned, and galloped away, So she winged him, as matter of course. Charlie, he fell, and let out a moan His left arm broken, bloody and raw Madeline stalked closer, stood over him And placed the barrel up against his jaw. ‘You think that I’m weak, to live here in peace Since I do not go plunder and steal, But my husband fought rebels, and I shot you So listen up closely, cause this is the deal!’ ‘I won’t kill you now, even though I ought To leave you here, broken and red And if your return, I won’t kill you then I’ll just shoot off your other, little, head.’ ‘So get up and walk, but don’t you dare talk! Go on now and make your escape. And tell all those thugs that you call friends, Madeline Cole in no one’s to rape!’ So she took the horses, and Charlie ran off, Anything more from him would be futile. And Charlie he learned, the old proverb was true: When the good folk get mad, they get brutal.