Tasteless Invitation

The package was 

Neither heavy nor light, 

Yet of the... 

Bothersome kind. 

No sender address.

Crooked Smile had expected 

No less. 

He took the ruined saddle, 

Turned it twice. 

Scratches and holes 

 Big enough 

That not anyone would 

The item recognize. 

"Raindrop." 

Once his horse's name 

Out of the mouth, 

He stormed off. 

There was a wanted poster 

To print. 

In the middle of the street 

Smile jerked to a halt, 

 Clueless about 

Which direction to go. 

In contrast to 

A coach driver so bold 

Not to warn. 

Too fast. 

All Smile knew, 

Was that he suddenly flew.