Somewhere, over the horizon,
We know he is still free.
What a comfort it is for those
He left behind.
We celebrate in returning a life
That should have never been held captive.
Pirates don’t need a dry cell.
Pirates need the open sea!
“I’m beholden to ya, Sheriff.” She said as the sheriff waxed
poetic upon the drunken cowboy’s head.
“Ah, aint nothin’, maam!
Just doin’ ma job.”
“Well, sir, if ‘ins ya hadn’t dropped in when ya did, this
feller may have ended up in a lot worse shape!
I’m much obliged. Yes sir, my obliged
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mae!”
“So, if you’d like to come back ’round a little later this evenin’ I can show how truly appreciative I am…”
Miss Mae turned and walked back into the brothel with her
head held high.
The cowboy smiled! “That
worked out jus ya planned it, huh, boss?”