Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Tangled Love and The Leatherweather Kid

Tangled Love was the name of a horse--a horse no man could ride. The Leatherweather Kid was a six-gun prodigy--twenty men had faced him and twenty men had died.

They crossed paths on the outskirts of a silver town, somewhere near the Nevada line. The Leatherweather Kid had just killed the Sheriff's friend and was makin' tracks for Santa Fe. Tangled Love was tired of desert grass and knew that town up ahead had hay.

"Hey now!" Exclaimed The Leatherweather Kid, when he saw Tangled Love walking up the trail. "Dang if getaways don't just have a way of working themselves out when you're as young and bold and pretty as me."

Leatherweather whistled and Tangled Love trotted up. It had been so long since anyone dared to ride her that she just assumed the word was out that she was a horse that couldn't be rode.

Leatherweather patted her on the nose and offered her a sugar cube.
"Don't mind if I do." Tangled Love said with a snort as she gobbled it down.

"You're my ticket to salvation, my ride to Santa Fe." The Leatherweather Kid informed her, stroking her silky black mane.

"Have you any more sugar cubes?" She asked with her ears, liking this cowboy already.

"I'm just gonna slip this rope around your neck now." Murmured Leatherweather.

"Is it made of sugar cubes?" Tangled Love breathed, desperately hoping it was.

"And slap on this little ol' saddle." Leatherweather continued.

"Wait, is that a saddle?!" Tangled Love widened her eyes.

"And this strap goes here, and that strap goes there." The Leatherweather Kid was very good with straps.

"Why, that is a goddamn saddle!"

The Leatherweather Kid took a little bounce and tried to swing into the saddle. Tangled Love put him down with a hoof to the brow and the pop could be heard for miles.

"Urg." Groaned The Leatherweather Kid, facedown on the trail tasting gravel.

Tangled Love flipped him over with a huffy little snort and then stomped on his chest for good measure.

"Ow." Cried The Leatherweather Kid, 'cause that's what you say when your chest is stomped upon.

"Shouldn't have tried to ride me fool." Tangled Love's eyes glistened, black and cruel.

"Can I have my saddle back?" Leatherweather whispered, secretly drawing his gun.

"No you can't." She replied, and The Leatherweather Kid shot her between the eyes. And when Tangled Love fell, Tangled Love fell on him.

7 Comments:

At 4:38 AM, Blogger Sharon said...

Unrequited love. Nothing like it.

Irresistible force meets immovable object. I like it.

 
At 2:45 PM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Wait a minute! What kind of sound did he make? I KNEW you were going to leave out something, just the way this started. Shit.

 
At 6:25 PM, Blogger Ari said...

Tangled Love sounds a little tainted.

 
At 7:46 AM, Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Leatherweather ends tangled up in love. Ah but isn't it always the way when man meets fiesty steed on the lonesome trail. There could have been no other ending.

 
At 1:01 PM, Blogger randommoments said...

Oh! >sniff< that was beautiful...

 
At 3:24 AM, Blogger The Heir said...

"YeeeeHaaaawwwhhh!!!" Cos that's what you say when you read quality like that!!

 
At 11:57 PM, Blogger Latigo Flint said...

That's right Sharon, there's nothing quite like unrequited love--except maybe a really nasty case of Ebola, the kind that turns you inside out and squirts blood from every orifice.

Sort of a groan of acceptance mixed with giggles and sobs Old Hoss. (Happy now?)

Whoaoh Ari. Whoaoh.

Well Sam, he could have ended up tangled in lust, but that ending isn't exactly fit to print. (Kinda like how mules were made.)

The Leatherweather Kid was indeed a sexy, sexy young man Randommoments. No doubt.

I reckon I'm much obliged The Heir. Much obliged I reckon.

 

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