Gunfighters, Thieves and Lawmen
Sully Wheeler doesn't
care why his cattle are disappearing. He doesn't care why but it has to stop.
Perhaps it's the cost of hiding from his past, but who would steal from a
one-time gunfighter?
The NW Mounted
Policeman that Sully contacted appeared more intent on stopping vigilante
action than in stopping theft. If that proves to be the case, Sully will
recover his own property, even if it takes gunfire to do it.
Who is this Mountie,
anyway? Is he a cop or something else entirely? Is he working to support the
crown, leave the crown or actually do something for the settlers?
And while we're talking
about that Mountie, isn't he spending too much time with that newspaper lady?
Leaving the Crown / The
Cost of Hiding / ambush / Thieves / retribution / NWMP / Stealing Cattle
Dave McGowan has been a cowboy, forest fire fighter, heavy equipment operator, farmhand, gardener, road musician and businessman. The author of several novels and short stories he has lived in several areas in British Columbia, Alberta and Ontario and played music in much of North America. He and Karen are the proud seniors to four children and eight grand-children. They live in the Dawson Creek area of North East British Columbia, Canada. He now writes and works as a commercial driver in Northern British Columbia.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone