Re: Metal tales - Short Stories updated 29/11
I fought the law (Inspired by the song of the same name by The Clash)
I’m going to tell you how I lost my girl and how I lost my fun.
Do you know why? Well my fun it used to be to rob people with a six gun; I would hold up anything, banks, trains, stagecoaches even lone travellers. Man that was a good life.
It was a hoot, I made so many dollars I couldn’t even think of turning straight, before that I had needed money, cause’ I had none. After a while though I got bored of just robbing folks, so I would shoot them instead. I like to see the surprised expression on a tough guy’s face when they played the big man and I would plug them. I rightly don’t know how many men I’ve shot, I stopped counting after twenty-two, never shot a woman though, a man’s got to have some principles.
Hell yes I was a bad man, the only light in my life was a girl, prettiest girl in three counties, Jane-Ellen, what a woman. I could have given up the robbing and killing for that woman, but in the end the fun was always in fighting the law.
Yep, I fought the law, but the law won.
The real funny thing is that Jane-Ellen was the prison governor’s daughter when I did my last stretch, she was the best girl I ever had, it used to tickle me real bad, when her and me used to get up to stuff in the governor’s office.
On his desk no less!
She tried to make an honest man of me, I even practised a trade in prison, I became a stonemason’s apprentice, but breaking rocks in the hot sun was no choice I was ever going to stick to.
The worst of it was I found out my girl was pregnant, that was just before I finished my time in prison, her father found out, he hit the roof and had her bundled off to have this con’s baby somewhere nice and quiet. How could he do that, his own flesh and blood?After that he sent a couple of heavy hitting wardens in to beat the living hell out of me, they did a good job too, I was in the prison hospital for six weeks.
When my sentence was finished I tried looking for my girl, but I heard she died giving birth to my son, so I went and visited her grave, she was eighteen years old, I swore there and then that her old man would pay. When I found out where my son was I went to take him from the new folks he was with, but the law was already waiting for me, the town sheriff and a whole posse waiting for me to make my move so they could shoot the crap out of me, so I had to leave my baby and that felt real bad.
I went back to the prison looking for Jane-Ellen’s father, I waited all day till he came out of the prison and headed for home, I followed him until we came across a deserted street and then hit him over the back of the head with a weighted cosh, and then I beat the cold hearted scum bag to death.
It was better than any killing I had made with my six gun I can tell you. After that my race was just about run, I had tried to leave town before the sheriff and his posse had found the body of the governor, but they hunted me down with bloodhounds, beat me, stripped me, bound my hands and hung me from a tree.
You might ride by my decaying corpse swinging gently in the desert breeze from the branch of the tree on your way to work or to church on a Sunday, if you do say a prayer for my girl and my baby son.
It’s too late for me partner.
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....RA now can you tell me how can I sleep tonigh? 
....Expecially after the last image of "
AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO!!!!!
.........+rep!
Originally Posted by Rex Anglorvm
well....maybe next time 
now I feel obliged to post this Ancient Version (maybe the first?) of the wonderful 'I fought the law';
, and to all you readers of the delicious stories of Rex Anglorum:
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..If she was less beautiful my pain would be less heartbreaking! 
