Saturday, June 15, 2019

Slap, Freedom, Whet


“Well slap my ass and call me Sally! I never figured you’d see the outside of Santa Fe prison, yet here you are, Bart! How’d ya do it? How is it you’re not pushing up daisies?”

Bart looked around the saloon, and apparently satisfied, looked at Jim Candy. “How’d I win my freedom? Heh… in a card game. The warden needed someone who could help him win a high-stakes poker game. Now, you’ve whet my appetite for a bath and bed.”

“But… why didn’t the warden just kill ya after?”

“‘Cause he won but everyone knew it weren’t fair.”

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