Two True Texas Stories
Entry 031
Your humble author is temporarily all “writ out” of future history to use modern language; I will try a non fiction exercise, and call it “Two True Texas Stories”.
Story One: Return "A Short Play"
Player: Some Other Texas Drifter
Location: Between Here and There
Act I
What started out as being about casualties has woefully turned out to be about survivors of casualties.
Everybody has a right to disagree and even be disagreeable. That is not crossing the line; what is crossing the line is threatening someone else's freedom, property, and or future history.
Current events all started after the incident at Paso Real, Felina and I headed north to another place.
Place more violent and corrupt than any other; place more violent and corrupt than any other. Started wearing one gun in plain sight, seemed to be the right thing to do. Added another one inside too, plus the derringer made three.
Part time split from Felina she stayed at Rose's Cantina; while I searched for an out of the way ranch. She got bored started hustling at the Rose's Cantina. Marty R. has already turned her legend into two ballads.
Now I'm left alone in this place more violent and corrupt than any other.
Act II
What started out as being about casualties has woefully turned out to be about survivors of casualties.
Everybody has a right to disagree and even be disagreeable. That is not crossing the line; what is crossing the line is threatening someone else's freedom, property, and or future history.
Struck down and left by the side of the road, not by blade or lead rather a brush country virus.
Passers by in this place more violent and corrupt than any other never touch the sick; they might be contagious.
Passers by in this place more violent and corrupt than any other never bury the dead; just put up a stick cross where they fall. As for the body or bodies, scavengers have to make a living too.
Was not strong enough to tell some passer by I wasn't dead only suffering from silent hallucinations.
Had just finished last hallucination when, I sensed a hot foul wet breeze. One eye gradually focused on white teeth about to eat my face.
Lingering fever erased my memory of whose scream was louder, yours truly or the coyote.
Act III
What started out as being about casualties has woefully turned out to be about survivors of casualties.
Everybody has a right to disagree and even be disagreeable. That is not crossing the line; what is crossing the line is threatening someone else's freedom, property, and or future history.
Some hallucinations are worth repeating.
1) Violating an oath to God is the worst of all sins.
2) Heaven doesn't covet slavish disciples and gave us free will.
3) Plastic people are too messed up to know they are messed up.
4) Casualties are not people who volunteer to be victims.
5) Supporting the lesser of two evils is still supporting evil.
6) Things can always get worse, and you can always do better.
7) Choose right, anticipate, react, and let Heaven keep score.
There is a bartender at Paso Real I need to see about a job. This cowboy doesn't mind delivering souls as long as his is not part of the contract.
Story Two: “Planted In Pairs”
Folk-history provides a story about a young Hispanic bride who’s first and only true love died April twenty-first at San Jacinto taking a bullet for General Sam Houston. The too young to be a widow became so depressed she was diagnosed with dying of a broken heart.
After all efforts to cure the dying bride had failed, her family asked a young Texan priest to intervene. Following inspiration during prayer, the priest gave the near comatose bride a single Texas Wild Olive tree. The cleric suggested that she care for the seedling and allow the white flowers to remind her of the beauty she and her true love shared during their brief time together.
As time passed, the bride recovered and the tree continued to grow and bloom. Eventually time neared for the now old widow bride to rejoin her only true love. She asked the now past middle age priest to make her one promise: to care for the tree she had so carefully cared for since the passing of her husband.
After the widow bride’s “going home”; the priest became terribly depressed when none of his tireless efforts to save what became known as "widow’s tree” seemed to help as the tree without explanation continued to die.
As the community well aware of the priest’s promise to care for widow’s tree, rumors started that the priest had lost his faith. Then almost without explanation like divine inspiration, the priest thought maybe the tree was dying of a broken heart.
The priest leaving in the middle of the night with only failing light of a candle, found a small wild olive tree that also seemed nearly dead. That same night, he headed for the widow’s abandoned ranch and planted the second Texas Wild Olive Tree. As if by a miracle, an unseasonable rain nourished both trees.
Reasonably sure you have already guessed the rest of this non-fiction story’s facts: both trees recovered and still survive to this day. Now you know why Texas Wild Olive trees always do better when planted in pairs.
Wonder if the same lesson could indirectly apply to people? Enough speculation since this is a non-fiction writing exercise. What is not speculation, best Texas Wild Olive trees can be found around Paso Real. Attempted translation, next Marshall’s Law Townhall Entry 032 “Devil’s Gold”.
Random closing question, should not someone tell Chairman Osama Obama that there is a big difference between taking an oath to uphold, protect, and defend America’s Constitution on The Holy Bible, and taking the same oath on thin air as did Chairman Osama Obama?
