Confederate cavalry raiders were decades in the past. <br />Hardscrabble farm children pretended they were still secretly amassed. <br />Relishing every feigning outlaw game. <br />Imaginative Texana Prince a robber became. <br />Searching the eerie boulders of remote Devil's Den. <br />Trenchantly mulling what might have been. <br />Improbable angry voices she DID hear? <br />Nudging up and over the large boulder formation. <br />Aghast - a real life brigand confrontation! <br /> <br />Excited by what she saw! <br />Malevolent Chance Musterman and his entire criminal gang in the draw! <br />Mixing prolific amounts of corn whisky and most vile words! <br />Anxious by what she heard! <br />Just staying still and quiet! <br />Eavesdropping on the virtual drunken bandit riot! <br />After a few hours - <br />Noticeablly all wilted in the evening heat like spring flowers! <br /> <br />Jostling through the rocks - <br />Over the snoring Chance like a plundering fox! <br />Nocturnal theft of the gang's bag of gold! <br />Exceedingly bold - <br />Snookering the entire gang was this freckled, pigtailed ten year old! <br /> <br />73460 <br />And that's not all she took from Chance Musterman?<br /><br />Hubert Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-texana-prince-and-the-chance-musterman-gang/
