There Is No Excuse…

The man was wearing a blank black t-shirt. He sat tied to a chair in the corral, firelit on all sides by the torches of the townsfolk. Kevin stood next to him with a Colt Army revolver pointed to the hard-packed earth.

“Who else will speak,” the sheriff asked.

A chorus of voices rose at once. From the hay loft above a miner hollered, “That man ain’t got no imagination or loyalty!”

“I believe Pastor White already done spoke to that,” said Kevin. He looked around him. Ghastly amber faces stared back like funeral masks. “Are there any other charges?” he asked.

A prostitute covered only in a five year old H.A.M.B. shirt stepped forward. She spoke with a tone of hate that hadn’t been realized since the 1940’s in eastern Europe. “That man took my virtue and my honor and didn’t even bother to leave a tip. And now we learn he doesn’t even have a shirt supporting the very town he lives in?”

A drunk cowboy pushes the whore to the side and simultaneously belts out, “I’ll tickle his neck with my axe. Just gimme the chance Sheriff!”

Kevin leveled the big Colt at the cowboy. The man regarded him sheepishly and melted back into the crowd. Kevin spoke loudly so that all could hear. “We will do this orderly or by God I WILL send him to the capitol and to hell with the lot of you.”

It was then that a little girl strode forward into the light – ten years old at her oldest. She looked up at the Sherrif with eyes shining and obsidian. “Hang him,” she said. “Hang him good.”

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There’s new swag in the store. We’ve got shirts designed by House Industries, Grits, and even one scribbled upon by myself. Plus, there’s one hell of a new snapback hat in stock that got rave reviews at the Round Up. AND, if you are a little lucky and if you look closely… there’s a pretty rare item back in stock for the time being. How about that?

Check the store now.