Not This Time
Ain’t been paid in six weeks seein as the train carrying the payroll got robbed comin over the divide. I sure am lucky I’m not a drinkin man. I’ll tell you what, when fortune gets up-ended it’s better to have an extra three dollars than a regular stool at the saloon. It’s times like this I’d normally take my leave and bow out. There’s fresh mines opening up north, and wagons leave every day. Full of men like me. Off to the next town to lay their stake to a fortunate that ain’t gonna come. But not me. Not this time.