wild west


Another good prompt by https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/01/10/sunday-photo-fiction-january-10th-20

There was a loud knock on the door which jolted Billy from his bed. It had been a long and frightening
four day horse back ride acroos the wide open pastures of Wyoming until he had
reach the shack. Green pasture that now were drenched in blood.
He was the only only one of his gang to be alive.

He quickly got up from the bed and grabbed his gun and the rifle that was laying on
the wooden chair.

“Open up Billy, and come out with your hands up!” A booming voice came crushing through the

He knew that voice. His hands started to sweat, his heart was pounding hard in his ear
and his mouth was dry. But he managed to pull all his strenght and yell back, ” come and get me Wyatt!”

A barrage of gun fire is what came through the wood of the shed, later on they checked it out and
and there where fifty holes in the wood.The man ouside after a couple of minutes started to move
from behind the trees.

The next day, newspaper headlines accross the country read “Wyatt Earp kills Billy the kid.”

Bass Reeves

Born into slavery
a, God devoted man
his clear moral compass made him see good from bad-
at an early age he escaped from his white master,
An Arkansas legislator
who was an evil perpetrator-

he escaped into indian territory, now
called Oklahoma, and with quite another history
of bravery.
Indians tought him;
tracking, sniping and land navigating

Civil war erupted-
old Reeves enlisted in the Union army showing his bravery
against white supremacy

After the war,
a white judge who saw eye to eye-
with him, about the good and the bad
and in between, his valued skills appointed him- to become
the only black out of two hundred U.S deputy marshalls
working west of the Mississippi river with a pair of revolvers,
capturing outlaws behind red tainted walls

Over three thousand arrests
in his manifest
forgotten in history
that is the tragic irony.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.