(Heritage)
by Leona (Heathisforme)
There was trouble at the mine
They had to fix it quickly
The brother needed to go
He rode into town that night
And hitched his horse
He walked into the saloon
And everyone was uptight.
All he wanted was room and food
But they thought him a spy
The girl liked him and said so
And told them she thought him good.
She snuck into his room number eight
He opened the door
There she was lying on his bed
waiting for him, it was fate.
He walked the dirty streets
Appalled by the sight
Of derelicts and children
Begging for money and treats.
Walking into the office of the mine
He talked to the boss
The miners were on strike
Nothing was going fine.
He went back to his room
Opened the door,
An old friend awaited him
bringing him dread and gloom.
As he lay sleeping that night
The girl snuck in
Waking him up, saying he needed to go
As there was to be a fight.
She took him home to hide
Her father as stern as could be
Didn’t like the job she did
He would’ve rather died.
He listened to the tale
About the promises of a man
who was great to all
But gave the town cause to fail.
He went back home, full of dread
The brothers had reason to dream
His mother listened to the tale
of her husband’s promises that were dead.
One brother had a notion
Decided to sign over their share
Of the mine’s holdings
Everyone agreed with the motion.
He and the brother went back
And all hell broke loose
There was a huge fight
And the boss gave them no flack.
There was dynamite laid
In the mine shaft
He went to stop it
And the game was played.
There was a shot to be heard
Then not a sound.
The friend came stumbling out
He was a dead bird.
They rode out of town that day
The brothers three
The were happy in the knowledge
That things were to be okay.
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