Jerry T Curtis Poet Cowboy Poetry

Zack Vol 6 Page 7

The Doc's hand in his pocket
Drew out slow, a hidden gun
and I had to put my hands up
with no time to draw, or run

As he said "you're gonna dig
not just one grave, but let's say two,
and I'll say you just left town
no one hear will have a clue"

Then he threw a shovel towards me 
and it landed at my feet
He said "Hurry up and dig
and it need not be to neat"

I wasn't sure to ask
why this sudden change of mind
'Cause somewhere in my diggin'
there's an answer I might find

I must have dug at least three feet 
that's when I hit some rock
and something in that makeshift grave
made me look up at Doc

Still, with gun in hand
But consumed by greed and lust
He jumped down from the wagon
In a cloud of moon lit dust

He walked his way with caution
as he glanced down in the ditch
"I guess you know by now,
That we mustn't have a snitch" 

The gun he held so firmly
Was now just inches from my head
and I knew that any minute
I was the next one to be dead


to be continued

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Dean Wood July 3, 2017 at 10:43 AM This has been a fun series to read. How did it turn out? - Dean Jerry T Curtis July 4, 2017 at 1:38 PM I've been waiting for some one to ask that very question, thank you Dean.

Tim Smith May 20, 2016 at 3:03 PM Ut oh....poor Zach