Zack Vol 6 Page 3
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As I backed stepped to my horse
The towns folk grew around
I drew out my colt
but, someone knocked it to the grown
If you asked me how they did it
I would have to answer "Nope"
But somewhere out of nowhere
They produced a hanging rope
Then many men grabbed at me
To pulled me to a tree
when I heard a voice shout out
"You men---You let him free"
The crowd then, stopped suddenly
But their hands still clenched me tight
Questioning who hollered out
and what gave him the right
The crowd then parted slowly
To reveal a single man
kneeling by the Sheriff
and holding up his hand
In his hand the Sheriff's gun
As he waved it in the air
Stating "We all heard 'One shot'
and it seemed to come from here"
Someone picked my gun up
and checked it for the same
it was fully loaded
casting doubt as who's the blame
"I tell you folks,I didn't shoot
The Sheriff as you think
I just rode in to find a room
and have a meal and drink"
The crowd began to soften up
Their fists released their grip
They stood and starred just looking down
Not a sound came from their lips
Then, from the crowd another voice
That simply left me stunned
"Maybe he killed the Sheriff
by using his own gun"
The crowd, as if awakened
focused eyes right back on me
grabbed me once again
and dragged me to the tree
To be continued Tomorrow same time same place
"Wagons Hoeeeeeee"
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