Rolo in The Deep

Rolo's ears rang with Sol's threat,"Find my son, or you're dead."The bandit was more than happy to go,But to obey Sol, he had no intention.

He did ride west to the river,Saw the wagon and knew Teddy was a goner.As he waded into the river, something snagged on his boot,When he took a closer look, it was a portion of the loot.

Rolo picked up the small satin pouchIt held silver coins but not that muchIt was a lucky find and was ready to leave,When he heard a loud rattle and a hiss

Too late! The rattler snapped! He watched helplessly as it latched on his calf!The bandit felt the venom enter his veins,He tried to call for help, but it was all in vain.

In his panic, the man didn't see,He's wandered to part where the rocks were sharp and slippery,With one misstep, he slipped and cracked his head on a boulder,Rolo Haskins was dead before he hit the water.