ZACK
So instantly attracted to Zack
Author of Gorilla and the Bird
That when I met him
I couldn't say a word
He wrote in my book
When I approached for signing
You smell great
So I wrote in illegible writing.
I felt tingling in places
When he read that aloud
Turned red and snuck away
Ducking through the crowd
Not sure what it was about him
I couldn’t stop staring
His presence took my breath away
Taking pictures without caring
His flirtatious smile
Felt familiar like coming home
Dark brooding eyes
I wanted to talk with him alone
Olive-green pants with a black T-shirt
Dark black hair a bit messy
Light brown boots and dark beard
Holy hell this man was sexy
I was a physical wreck
Drawn to his guile
Attracted to his aura
Mesmerized by his smile
After his two-hour lecture
I struggled to maintain composure
Watching him walk around
Wanting him to stand closer
In front of the venue in his honor
I watched him pace
Wishing I had an excuse to chat
I felt my heart race
Driving away I waved
Losing my chance
Knowing that was that
I took one last glance
My hand slipped off my boot
and ran along the ore
as the sun made all the gold
glare much brighter than before
The piece that I had palmed
and positioned in my hand
reflected so much Sun
it would blind most any man
With the glare now in his eyes
the Sheriff couldn't see
He found it very difficult
to point his six gun straight at me
I saw him fire off a shot
as he stumbled to the grown
and hit his head upon a rock
the moment he fell down
I jumped up from the ditch
as I stood there by his side
I saw him take his last faint breath
Close his eyes and simply die
I stood there for a moment
half in shock and disbelief
but I managed a slight smile
Cause my soul was now relieved
So I walked up to the wagon
tied the Sheriff's horse on back
loaded up some gold
that I collected in four sacks
I was careful when I left there
not to leave a trace
but I didn't take much time
To leave that crazy place
The end..... Watch for of Zack Waverly's adventures
It was com'in up on daybreak
I was run'in out of time
While every second ran like sweat
Just one thought filled my mind
If he would turn his back
Or maybe look away
I could reach down in my boot to get
My gun, to make my play
But he had one eye trained on me
With one eye on the gold
I knew I'd better act real soon
Or end up stiff and cold
Then suddenly, I heard a voice
From down the graveyard mound
A voice I've heard once before
It was the sheriff of the town
He hollered to the Doc
"Is everything all right,
it concerned me just a little
you were up here through the night"
As the Sheriff walked through the shadows
of leafless trees long dead
He drew and cocked his pistol
then put a bullet through Doc's head
My first thought was, he saved me
But I really felt unsure
Perhaps is was the way
he was staring at the ore
And as I moved so slowly
inching toward my gun
the sheriff said "Hold It,
I wouldn't that son"
to be continued
With the cocking of his gun
I squeezed my eye lids all so narrow
And considered how big a gun can look
When looking down its barrel
But instead of being shot
The Doc ordered me once more
To hop down in the shallow grave
And start digging up the ore
He threw me down a pick axe
And as I grab it with my hands
Saying "Don't get no ideas
Or I'll shoot you where you stand"
So I plunged it in the rock
And as the pieces fell away
I saw that it was gold
And the Doc's plan plain as day
He would seem to rescue strangers
From the crowd, back in the town
And take them here to mine for him
Then shoot the wrangler down
With a coffin filled with ore
Then back to town he'd make his way
"He let the fella go"
At least that is what he'd say
This way Doc could keep the gold
And the secret of his find
And as for missing strangers
no one payed any mind
To be continued in Vol 6 Page 9 soon
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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With the body in the wagon
Me and Doc rode through the town
looking up and down the street
not a soul was left around
The Doc gave out a chuckle
"These superstitious fools
They might as well pull this wagon
they're as bright as this old mule"
We reached the edge of town
there I spied a big ole hill
In the moonlight I saw crosses
as I felt a sudden chill
All theses wooden crosses
not a headstone in the lot
They looked to be quite recent
which gave me food for thought
"Doc, it seemed you had more death here
was it plague or like tonight"
The Doc just looking forward
with glowing eyes, and lips shut tight
It was a little erie,
riding up that graveyard hill
and we rode up to a spot
were the old mule now stood still
I jumped out of the wagon
but the Doc kept sitting there
"Are you all right" I asked him
He just turned his head and stared
To be continued
Whoopi Kyoooooooooooooo!
As the Doc removed the scarf
that was 'round the Sheriff's neck
He did it with great care
That shown a sign if deep respect
The Sheriff was well liked
and through the years made many friends
So it was understandable
they were shocked to see his end
The Doctor then remarked
"There a bite mark on his throat
and it seems a small amount blood
stained the collar of his coat
"What do you make of that"? said Doc
While looking up at me
"Perhaps a bite from a bat,
I think Doc you'd agree"
"Well, that's some bat, a monster
I haven't seen,with my own eyes,
has anybody here,
seen a creature of that size
The town folk looking puzzled
Now mumbling in vain
was giving way to panic
as their latent courage waned
That's when the crowd dispersed
To the safety of their homes
Emptying the streets
Leaving me and Doc alone
Yes, I'm sure Doc heard the stories
But he hadn't realized
that the Sheriff must be buried
and tonight would be most wise
To be continued Friday WhooooooooooRaaaaaaaaa
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Another voice then raised up
It was the doctor of this town
"I've examined the Sheriff's body
But no bullet wound was found"
"Now gentlemen, I advise you
There is something I suspect
if you go and hang this stranger
It'll be something you'll regret "
The crowd became solemn
and took the rope from 'round my neck
Some said "They're sorry
and other's "What the heck"
Some were disappointed
while others were relieved
But, I was glad the doctor was a man
they all believed
I pushed my way through the crowd
to were the doctor had knelt down
He still was searching for a wound
While folks, watching made no sound
But as I stood there looking
something evil came to mind
I told the Doc "Remove his scarf
and see what you might find"
To be continued Monday
Zack says "Have a great weekend"
Heeehawww!
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Still I couldn't help but wonder
what the ruckus was about
and I stopped being curious
when a single shot rang out
I flew through the open door
being fast upon my feet
but only one was left to see
lying still upon the street
I walked toward him with caution
Kinda sideways, heal to toe
I was guessin' he was dead
but I didn't want to know
As I knelt beside the body
placed my ear upon his chest
I saw the shiny silver star
that was pinned there on his vest
That's when the towns folk started coming
as they starred in disbelief
The men just shook their heads
and the women wept in grief
Someone said "He must have shot him"
While another asked "That's so"
and with the look that crossed their face
I thought, it's better that I go.
To be continued tomorrow same time same place
Page 1
A badge laid there upon the desk
Barely shining thru the dust
and the six gun there beside it
neglected, full of rust
There hadn't been a sheriff here
For days or months nor years
and since that day the sheriff died
The town was gripped by fear
It didn't seem that long ago
It feels like yesterday
The streets were filled with people
and the children hard at play
That was until that stormy night
when a stranger came to town
Looking for the sheriff
with intent to gun him down
I was in the lobby
at the hotel 'cross the street
asking for a room
and a place where I might eat
When I glanced out of the window
where the street lamp lit the night
I saw the shadows of two men
as they began to fight
I thought that maybe I should help
but I've been down that road before
I've learn to mind my business
It's just something that I swore
But lookin' back, I might have changed
the future of this town
Or ended up "here" for good!
six feet underground
To Be Continued Tomorrow same time, same place
HeeeeYaaaaaa !!!
THE LOST SOULS SALOON Page 7
I pushed aside the swinging doors
And stepped out on the street
My poor horse stood, alone all night
without a thing to eat
I led him by the reins
As we turned to make our way
In hopes to find some oats
Or perhaps a bail of hay
And as we walked so slowly
Just drifting out of town
I couldn't help but looking back
And so I turned around
For a moment, thought I saw
vaguely catching just a trace
In a window, 'bove the bar
Of a ghost-like woman's face
I'll never know, if it was real
Or just a torrid dream
But doomed to wander in a world
Where nothing's as it seems
THE END
Zack will be back In
SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL
Page 6
The Lost Souls Saloon
The Dawn was growing nearer
As the Sun reached for the sky
I put my hat and boots on
Strapped my gun against my thigh
As I stepped back through the door
To make my way down to the bar
With my fingers in the pocket
Of my vest, found a cigar
She never said a word,
never begged me to stay on
and the place seemed very quiet
Seemed the patrons had all gone
I took each step, down the stairs
like my legs would soon give out
Then stood there kinda shocked
'Cause there was no one about
I saw dust upon the tables
and cobwebs on the chairs
No a bottles at the bar
Musty smell now filled the air
I proceed down the stairs
Where all the dancing girls had been
and that's when I remember
It looked exactly, when I walked in
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Thanks Timmy for your support
The Lost Souls Saloon
The oil lamp was dimmed
as the light defined her face
and it made the room a fire
silhouetting our embrace
With her arms around my neck
and her legs around my waist
Her lips became more supple
while her eyes drew more debased
I was somewhere, caught between
A place called heaven, and one called hell
And somewhere in the distance
I heard an erie sounding bell
We rolled around the mattress
Like a thunder cloud in spring
Making love like no tomorrow
"Till I couldn't feel a thing
I was falling to perdition
In a never ending well
never to escape
Not, as far as I could tell
But I had to gain my senses
Had to stand up on my feet
Had to fight for my existence
Had to make for my retreat
Don't stray
Page 6 is on its way............Yeeehaww
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
Don't want to miss page 7
coming soon rated PG
The Saga of Zack Waverly continues By JT Curtis
In The Affair Of The
Lost Soul Saloon
While sliding off my horse
Not a soul could be found
As I paused for a moment
to take a look around
My horse was acting nervous
So, I leashed him to a rail
Then dusted off the remnants
Of the days spent on the trail
I've been about a week
without a whisky or a brew
and the way I'm feeling lately
there ain't nothing else that'd do
So, I moved my heavy legs
As I stumbled cross the street
then barged through the doors
and made a beeline for a seat
A cloud of dust erupted
as I fell into a chair
and when it all had settle
only silents filled the air
Where is everyone
where's the music, where's the crowd
I was thinking to myself
Then I said it, right out loud.
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