The river has been open to trade, and the River boats are rolling in. Bring trouble in spades. Gamblers, Mistresses, bad guys galore and so much more, BG has in store.
A collaborative western story written in poetry, that continues as the character...
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Facing the owe
Of her tent entrance
when she saw Rue, walking along
Chechi jumped up, figuring her chance
"Hey, Rue! I wanna talk to you!"
Chechi yelled over the street
"I owe you so much! What can I do?
Is there something that you need?"
"I don't think, you could do something
I really want to own.
Cause what I want, ain't in your hand.
Though thanks, I really need none."
Chechi frowned, thinking about
What she could offer to Rue
When a deal got into her mind
Everybody else, she thought, would have done it too
"See, Rue, I really owe you some
And already my grandpa taught me
Never to let any owe open, unpaid
If I don't do anything for you, I won't be free."
Rue shook her head, trying to refuse
"I did it, because you're an Indian like me
Why don't you get some rest? You could really use
It. Then you may feel a little more free."
Chechi slowly nodded
"I guess, you are right...
Gettin' some rest... The best thing it might
Be for me and now.
Goodbye and good day",
She greeted. "I should go."
But in her mind she still was busy
To find a way, facing her owe
And she went in her tent
Very little noisy
Humming an old indian melody
It left her no rest.
She wanted to face
The great owe she had.
She had found a place
To rest and to live
And that all thanks to Rue
She had people to give
And to say something to.
But maybe Rue was right and really needed nothing.
