Zane was walking slowly across the plains as his horse was tired<\/p>\n
Martha was riding beside him<\/p>\n
Her horse had insisted that she ride him<\/p>\n
As she was a woman and he was a horse<\/p>\n
I hear that you are writing a poem Zane <\/i><\/p>\n
Cowboys do not write poems Jane <\/i><\/p>\n
Martha <\/i><\/p>\n
What is the name of your poem Jane?<\/i><\/p>\n
Zane <\/i><\/p>\n
The Sex Life of Angels <\/i><\/p>\n
Angels do not have sex Zane <\/i><\/p>\n
What makes you think that?<\/i><\/p>\n
There is no mention of it in the good book <\/i><\/p>\n
There is no mention of Red Indians in the Bible either but we are in this godforsaken place hunting one<\/i><\/p>\n
Three weeks earlier two Indians had raided a ranch and killed the ranch hand who had tried to stop them<\/p>\n
Zane and Martha had already shot and killed one of the Indians and were now chasing the other across the Great Plains<\/p>\n
Damn it Martha I wish the fuckers would attack in force so we could put an end to them once and for all <\/i><\/p>\n
You will claim the bounty <\/i><\/p>\n
Of course I will why do you think I do it?<\/i><\/p>\n
Out of love <\/i><\/p>\n
Out of love?<\/i><\/p>\n
You really love them that is why you kill them so that they can be at peace with their ancestors <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you know what I really love?<\/i><\/p>\n
The look of fear in their eyes when we corner them <\/i><\/p>\n
And the way their heads explode when I shoot them <\/i><\/p>\n
In the distance the hunted Indian<\/p>\n
Was dancing with a German named Karl\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Why did you do it son?<\/em> The Indian looked at Martha and Zane<\/p>\n There was a fear in his eyes<\/p>\n Because I am in love with Karl<\/em><\/p>\n Martha raised her rifle and blew the German’s brains out of his skull<\/p>\n God did not raise you to love other men<\/em><\/p>\n Take your shirt off Jane <\/em><\/p>\n Martha <\/em><\/p>\n Take your shirt off Martha and show him what a white woman looks like <\/em><\/p>\n Martha removed her shirt<\/p>\n Do you like my breasts Indian?<\/em><\/p>\n Touch them<\/em><\/p>\n The Indian nervously touched Martha’s breasts<\/p>\n Get your pecker out boy enjoy yourself I am not a cruel man<\/em><\/p>\n For a moment the Indian did nothing but then slowly pulled his pecker out<\/p>\n What are you going to do with it then?<\/em><\/p>\n There is no use just staring at it<\/em><\/p>\n The Indian began to cry<\/p>\n Look Jane you have upset him <\/em><\/p>\n Zane <\/em><\/p>\n Look Zane you have upset him<\/em><\/p>\n I bet you cried a lot when you shot poor Billy<\/em><\/p>\n Zane <\/em><\/p>\n What?<\/em><\/p>\n It was me I shot Billy because he saw me in the bath<\/em><\/p>\n What the fuck <\/em><\/p>\n It was me <\/em><\/p>\n You do not normally worry who looks at your arse<\/em><\/p>\n Half the cowboys in Sandstone have fucked you<\/em><\/p>\n But he was acting peculiar <\/em><\/p>\n Peculiar?<\/em><\/p>\n Yes peculiar he gave me a Bible and forgave my sins<\/em><\/p>\n So we have travelled all the way out here for no reason<\/em><\/p>\n The light is nice today <\/em><\/p>\n Fuck the light<\/em><\/p>\n Boy put your pecker away and you put your shirt on<\/em><\/p>\n At that very moment Zane’s horse turned into an Angel<\/p>\n She beckoned the Indian towards her and undressed him slowly<\/p>\n Then she removed her heavenly robes<\/p>\n This is getting too much for me come on Martha <\/em><\/p>\n Jane <\/em><\/p>\n Come on Jane lets get out of here<\/em><\/p>\n But we only have one horse and he is very tired <\/em><\/p>\n Then we will fucking walk<\/em><\/p>\n It is over one hundred miles to the nearest town<\/em><\/p>\n What do you suggest we do stay here and watch the Indian and the Angel fuck?<\/em><\/p>\n I can think of worse things to do <\/em><\/p>\n What about the dead German you made a complete mess of his head<\/em><\/p>\n He is not dead <\/em><\/p>\n What you have his brains all over your shirt <\/em><\/p>\n No he is there with the Indian and the Angel<\/em><\/p>\n Zane looked around<\/p>\n His sister was correct for no more than a couple of yards in front of them the German was in congress with the Indian and the Angel<\/p>\n Do you want me Zane it has been a long tiime? <\/em><\/p>\n Want you? <\/em><\/p>\n Yes do you want to fuck me and lick my cunt as you used to do?<\/em><\/p>\n If I was you I would keep a civil tongue in your head sister otherwise I will slap you<\/em><\/p>\n Like you used to do?<\/em><\/p>\n Zane looked at the vast plains that surrounded him and when he returned his gaze to his sister she was also naked<\/p>\n You will burn in Hell sister as these two will burn in Hell <\/em><\/p>\n Three <\/em><\/p>\n Three?<\/em><\/p>\n Yes there are three the Indian is fucking the Angel whilst the German is fucking his arse<\/em><\/p>\n Martha started undressing her brother<\/p>\n You ware hard all along you dirty boy<\/em><\/p>\n Let me kiss it better for you<\/em><\/p>\n Just do not bite <\/em><\/p>\n As Martha knelt in front of her brother the other horse suddenly turned into God<\/p>\n Now what do we have here?<\/em><\/p>\n Nothing my Lord<\/em><\/p>\n Well you know I should punish you all as I am a vengeful God but I feel good today so I am going to let you all off<\/em><\/p>\n What do you mean?<\/em><\/p>\n Well I am not going to strike you all dead or make you blind or that kind of thing <\/em><\/p>\n I just ask one thing of you all <\/em><\/p>\n What is that God of Mercy?<\/em><\/p>\n I want you to build a church here <\/em><\/p>\n Here?<\/em><\/p>\n Yes exactly here where you have all sinned so dreadfully <\/em><\/p>\n But there is no wood no nails and no paint <\/em><\/p>\n And no congregation<\/em><\/p>\n That is really your problem <\/em><\/p>\n Please do not try my paitence<\/em><\/p>\n The Angel who was sitting crosslegged in front of Zane suddenly changed into a horse<\/p>\n And the German changed into a chariot<\/p>\n God climbed on to the chariot and vanished in a flash of light<\/p>\n Zane looked at the Indian<\/p>\n The Indian looked at Martha<\/p>\n Martha looked at Zane<\/p>\n Well what are we waiting for we have a church to build<\/em><\/p>\n And this is how the town of Zane came into existance<\/p>\n Today Martha Zane and the Indian lie together in the same grave<\/p>\n A spot that is often visited by tourists<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Zane was walking slowly across the plains as his horse was tired Martha was riding beside him Her horse had insisted that she ride him As she was a woman and he was a horse I hear that you are writing a poem Zane Cowboys do not write poems Jane Martha What is the name […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2261"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2261"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2261\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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