I share in your grief.fuck her...
I share in your grief.fuck her...
I'll be there, Barb!View attachment 295581 I know he will be back...I just know he will ... maybe it will be one of those exciting scenes in which he rides in just as the trap door falls free below my feet and cuts the rope with a knife and pulls me up on the back of his horse and rides away....well, maybe not, but a girl can dream, can't she?
Cough, choke...what do they put in these Madame Wu's anyway..... am I hallucinating already?
View attachment 295581 I know he will be back...I just know he will ... maybe it will be one of those exciting scenes in which he rides in just as the trap door falls free below my feet and cuts the rope with a knife and pulls me up on the back of his horse and rides away....well, maybe not, but a girl can dream, can't she?
Cough, choke...what do they put in these Madame Wu's anyway..... am I hallucinating already?
If you believe Despard II you are hallucinating, Barb...I'll be there, Barb!
Love Despard II
I smoked more than half the pack of Madame Wu’s and even though I will be hanged at noon tomorrow I sleep like a rock. It is mid-morning and even with the sun blazing down the brisk air makes my nipples quite tumescent. I hear a British voice behind me and Despard Wragg II says “Good day, Barbara, are you ready to have your neck stretched.”
I look through the bars and say “I’m willing to try just about anything once.”
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Of course I am putting up a brave front that covers the stomach-turning fear I feel. My wrists are locked behind my back and I am taken from the cell. Why should I have expected anything less than the gallows being across town from the jail? I am not embarrassed by my body but parade naked the length of the main street is more humiliating.
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I should have left town...
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Tree
He is a bastard... and I am not discussing his parentage...If there's one thing we Wragg's appreciate it's a lovely long neck!
He is a bastard... and I am not discussing his parentage...
Tree
I smoked more than half the pack of Madame Wu’s and even though I will be hanged at noon tomorrow I sleep like a rock. It is mid-morning and even with the sun blazing down the brisk air makes my nipples quite tumescent. I hear a British voice behind me and Despard Wragg II says “Good day, Barbara, are you ready to have your neck stretched.”
I look through the bars and say “I’m willing to try just about anything once.”
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Of course I am putting up a brave front that covers the stomach-turning fear I feel. My wrists are locked behind my back and I am taken from the cell. Why should I have expected anything less than the gallows being across town from the jail? I am not embarrassed by my body but parade naked the length of the main street is more humiliating.
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I should have left town...
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Tree
This really FUCKING sucks. I am about to be hanged for being a whore and the man paying for this ‘justice’ is Despard Wragg II who wants to take over my business. I’m not too fond of this Reverend Lynch, either, that can quote his favorite passages from the bible that condemns me to hell and damnation but can’t seem to find a passage of God’s mercy and forgiveness. He is such a prick…
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“What is the camera for?” I ask as the hangman reaches for the noose.
“You’ll be dead before he takes the picture, Barbara” He says. “Digital cameras are more than a century away. But half the town paid to be photographed sanding by your dead body.”
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I ask the hooded hangman if he knew what he was doing and he assures me he has never hanged anyone but he is a fast learner.
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…nothing better to make a girl feel good!
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…and I have a noose around my neck! I couldn’t run even though I want to. These people of Cheyanne that I helped have come out to see me hanged!
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Tree
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Should have gone with Siss sooner...I'd like to go in your direction ....which road?
Damn, the trap drops as do I! But the rope stops me before my feet touch the ground. Christ, this hurts like hell!
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…and they are going to take pictures by my dead hanged body!
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Blood hammers in my ears as the rope closes around my neck. Damn it just shot me… I’ll buy the bullet! Though the sky is clear I hear thunder and I crumple on the ground beneath the gallows. Above me I see Tree holding a hogleg (it’s an old revolver).
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“Not so fast” he yells. “I hold the note on the brothel and since you closed it down I have rights on the assets. I don’t want any furniture but I take the whore.”
Despard Wragg II almost blows a vein and yells “But she is condemned to hang.”
“According to the Universal Commercial Code she has hanged. Bull, do you have my back?”
“Don’t I always?” Bull replies.
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Despard laughs and asks Bull what he was going to do with a single shot. Bull replied “It’s up to you. Do you want it in your right ball or left one?”
Before he could answer a WW II jeep roared in. Tree asked “Where the hell have you guys been?”
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Tree replied “We were consulting with Spock about the whole ‘space-time continuum’ thing. Is Barb OK?”
“Oh fuck, I better check” Tree says.
Another minute of their macho banter and I might be dead!
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Tree
Thanks to Barb… again…
All over but the epilog…