More Than a Word
More than a Word
Written by Gary Addis
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Me and Billy was playing in the alley between Birdie’s and the Alamo Saloon when he rode into town. We noticed him right off. We noticed everybody who come into town, especially strangers. But this was no saddle bum or whiskey drummer, I knowed that right off.
He was about to tie his horse to the hitching rail in front of Birdie’s Saloon, his back to us, when he suddenly whirled around, a pistol appearing like magic in his right hand. Didn’t take him but a second, though, to see we wasn’t no threat. He exhaled a deep breath, holstered the gun at his waist, and straightened out of his crouch.
He said, “Boys, don’t stand back there in the shadows staring at me. Come on out here, where I can see you.” Continue reading ‘More Than a Word’ »