bounty hunters
we walked the railroad tracks
ever closer to cedar county
word having reached us
many many miles ago
the villain was at it again
back at the boarding house
the tarot card reader
practiced her lines in the mirror
patiently waiting for her
next unsuspecting victims
truth be told if it wasn’t for her
we’d have some common sense
instead we were horseless
making up for past mistakes
heading in the right direction
february two thousand twenty-two
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