Cowboy's Vignette

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cowboy at a crossroads.

Submitted: July 13, 2012

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The sun hung low, reaching shadows into the crossroads. He tipped back his hat, looking up at the dusk-dappled man clasped between the leaves of the gallows tree. Knife between teeth, tears in his eyes he jimmied up the trunk. Nail and bark waited tense, uncertain which would break first. When he neared the upper bough he stabbed the tree, steadying his hold with the knife and scrubbing wetness from one cheek with a calloused hand. The knife took his weight and he reached for the bough where the rope had caught, pinioned in its descent by the crevice between bough and trunk. He hoisted himself up and, bough hooked between bowed legs, yawed out to pull the knife free. One sawing slice freed the rope to unwind, whining as it frayed across the bark, yanked down by the body that thudded to the floor feet first, where it crumpled like a drunk. He followed the body down. Tears still dotted the corner of his eyes. Kneeling in close, faces nearly touching, he said, “I’d kill you again if I could, you son of a bitch.”


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