I’m sleeping out on the 22nd March in aid of Action Homeless. Forcast is a cold night. Brrrrr!
I am doing a sleep out for a homeless charity. Details in link.
He That Lives By The Sword
In the saloon of the one and only hotel in Foxstone a young man known simply as The Kid was leaning on the bar drinking whisky. In the corner of the room sat four cowboys playing a game of cards. The Kid picked up a handful of peanuts from a bowl on the bar and started to throw them at the balding head of Hoss the nearest player who sat with his back facing The Kid. This went on for a minute or two with Jake becoming more aggravated until he swung round in his chair.
‘Hey Kid, pack it in will yer I’m a just a trying to have a peaceful game of cards.’
‘Yer gonna make me Hoss?’ came the reply
‘I don’t want no trouble Kid is all I’m a saying. I know it’s just the whisky doing yer talking’
Hoss turned back to the game.
The Kid commenced the nut throwing, this time his attention turned to another player at the table Jake. It wasn’t long before Jake, who had a short temper that was to prove his downfall responded.
He stood up to face The Kid his hands down by his side.
‘Right Kid it’s time someone taught yer a lesson, I’m gonna plug yer.’ He yelled as his hand went for his gun. But The Kid was fast. Too fast for Jake who had only half drawn his revolver from its holster before he was hit twice from The Kid’s pair of black-handled Colt 45’s.
Jake slumped to the floor dying from his wounds.
‘You all saw that.’ Cried The Kid to the roomful of onlookers, ‘he went for his gun first. There were no objections to these words.
The Kid returned to the bar as the bartender came up to him.
‘Hey Kid it’s true Jake went for his gun first but it was not a fair fight, we all know you are the fastest gun in this territory and you did goad poor Jake, but be assured Kid God will be a witness and will be your judge when your time comes.’
‘Well John, I don’t answer to no god and until there’s a man faster these guns will be all I worship. He re-holstered his guns and picked up his hat.
‘Better be off now. Think I’ll get me a shave and a bath then wander down to Jessica’s whorehouse to have me a nice girl.’
He placed his hat on his head and as he did A gunshot rang out smashing the glass behind the bar. The Kid took off his hat.
‘Well I’ll be dammed; some bastard has put a hole in my best hat.’
The Kid strode through the swing doors of the saloon and looked out onto the dusty street. Before him stood a man dressed all in gold. Gold denims. Gold waist-coat and gold hat. He was calmly spinning a gold-handled revolver around the index finger of his right hand. He faced The Kid and nodded to a spot about 20 yards in front of him then replaced the gun. From his waistcoat he took a dollar coin. As he faced him The Kid knew what this meant. The man tossed the coin into the air and as it landed The Kid’s guns were out and firing. Then a pained expression came upon his face as he realised he had been too slow for his challenger. He slumped to the ground. As the man in gold stood over him with his dying breaths The Kid said ‘Who are you.?
‘Your judge’, came the reply, ‘for the crime of blasphemy I sentence you to Hell.’
New website for Down Not out is launched.
The new website for Down Not Out the madaziine for the homeless by the homeless has been launched. Take a look and help to bust the myths and misconceptions about homelessness.
