Old
Prospector
sent
by Dulce of Vancouver, B.C.
An
old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading an old
tired mule.
The old man headed
straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He
walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there,
brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger
stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey
in the other.
The young gunslinger
looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you
ever danced?"
The old man looked
up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance... Never really
wanted to."
A crowd had gathered
as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna'
dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector,
not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea
on a hot skillet.
Everybody was laughing,
fit to be tied.
When his last bullet
had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun
and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned
to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both
hammers.
The loud clicks
carried clearly through the desert air.
The crowd stopped
laughing immediately.
The young gunslinger
heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence
was almost deafening.
The crowd watched
as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping
holes of those twin barrels.
The barrels
of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly
said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
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The gunslinger swallowed
hard and said, "No sir..... But... I've always wanted to."
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