HOWDY DO PILGRIM

We pick up OBoyles trail two days after he dispatched justice to the low down Comancheros.

We find our outlaw horseless injured  and left to the mercy of the hot desert....

Death or Misery

OBoyle's corpse woke up once more

Vultures pecking at his carpet on the desert floor

Greedy to fill their blood thirst

'Not until I die first.'

He shot in the air

The vultures scattered in fear

It won't hold them back for long

They know soon he's dead and  gone

He crawled his corpse to the carpet

Unrolling

revealing

The girl inside

Little Jane

Checking

Still breathing

Shame

Forced to do this hated thing

Now Barley standing

Gun pointing

Thank god she is sleeping

Won't see it coming

Quick

Before vultures back again

Shot rang out

But not at Jane

He collapsed side burning in pain

World turns black again

Not knowing

Wake or dreaming

A shade with rifle

Trapped him in its smokey barrel

Shade angry yelling

About putting him out of his misery

Wish he'd hurry