‘I’D SOON BE HANGED BY MY FRIENDS AS BY A BUNCH OF STRANGERS’ – JAKE SPOON, TEXAS RANGER
Aye, my man. That I do.
T’is an ordinary story about the way things go.
Once upon a time, a soldier sojourned in an evil land filled with hate. He was inoculated with many potions to guarantee his health – by Greeks traveling with the legions.
When he came home, he wife soon gave birth to a gentle giant, a boy some of the children subjected to ridicule – for some cruel reasons of their own.
When the boy reacted, he grabbed his interlocutor up and flung him across the room – to make him leave off his words and leave him alone.
And the soldier, he was summoned there to answer for his son, who could not legally speak for himself.
There, he encountered a juvenile detective, once designated a gang task force officer, and they clashed – once again.
At length, the detective admitted he wanted to take his leave of all this and be troubled by it no further, and he then relented.
The soldier, who really was a mounted cavalryman armed with helmet, forces of fire and explosion – A MAN AT ARMS – he too took a knee and spoke with his Maker.
He was shown to a high place where he could at length see the width and breadth of things as they are, and he realized he was hung in a dilemma of his own making.
This would require great reflection and thought, for he was a father of a family, and his obligations ran deep, and into eternity.
We leave him, now, praying only that he be given the wisdom to know that which he must know eventually, but sooner – maybe today.
It is our humble prayer.
So mote it be.
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