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
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016
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