Nearly finished, oh graces, what will become of old Pa at the riverbend after tomorrows seminal poker match where Lee Reb will attempt to win the hand of Maria, my fair girl, who forgot about me during the war, but has since realized I am the secret stranger upon the edge of town hiding his guns and face beneath a tall hat and a long coat?
Dictionary 9: gunmoll
I’ve got a fine gunmoll.
she don’t
pressure me none
when
I’m out late, and boy,
she’s good with
a pistol.
don’t take much to get me going
when she’s around.
me and my girl
go steady.
but I’d
drop her in a second
if
it got me out of a wrap.
sorry,
babe.
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