A Gal Named Thad
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By Thomas M. Quigley
It
was chance they say
That
brought them together that day.
He
was a tall, slender rough skin lad
While
she, a short, squatty gal named Thad.
He
had a gun slung low on his hip,
And
she had a knife tucked under her slip.
They
both hit the bank at the very same time
The
quest included more than a dime.
He
at window one and she at window two
The
notes appeared, both written in blue.
"Give
me your loot before I shoot"
"Give
me the cash or it’s you I’ll slash"
Two
tellers went to empty the vault.
She
looked at him wondering, "who's at fault?"
He
smiled back in a sheepish style,
But
never thought they’d be friends in a while.
The
tellers arrived with one sack, not two.
This
left the thieves wondering what to do.
The
wonderment left as they each grabbed the sack
And
ran for the door trying not to look back.
His
grip won out as they mounted two horses,
And
quickly abandoned the town on separate courses.
Thad
headed west with no special destination,
While
he headed north without hesitation.
He
had a hideout tucked in Canyon Diablo,
And
arrived there that night without any trouble.
Thad
followed the river to cover her trail,
Ending
up heading north feeling lonely and pale.
Darkness
fell round as Thad did roam,
But
the smell of the fire brought her to his home.
Looking
inside and remembering that face,
She
threw open the door and entered his place.
"Don’t
reach for that gun you low down snake,
Just
fix me some grub on that other plate."
Heaped
high as he could with beans and bacon,
He
brought it to her with body shaken.
"Mind
if I eat what’s left in the pot?"
The
retort didn’t answer the question he thought.
"Where’s
all that money you stole from me?
You
got it with you or under a tree?"
"I’ve
got it right here tucked under the bed,
I’ll
be happy to share it with you once I’m fed."
It
started that way for this couple so rare.
The
story ends now, but their lives they did share.
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