The Case of the Wild Ass
Theres a town in Arizona, on Route 66, were saloons abound and there's mining and theirs horse thieving and gun fights in the streets and wild asses run the place.
If you don't give a wild ass a Karot, youll pay because, ...
Prompt:Take the beginning story shown above, fix my grammar (or change it altogether) and finish the gull durned story or poem.
There’s a dusty town in Arizona along the scattered remains of Route 66. Saloons filled to bursting with drink, women and song line the dirt paved roads leading into the center of the square. Mines full of gold tempt the holiest of saints to travel from their mud-hole neck of the woods to try their luck in getting rich.
A town so full of promise has its rough looking gents. Those who want to pilfer rape and rob thread through the town with their guns a-blazing wanting their fair share. Horse thieves grab mounts whenever they can, hoping to reach their riches much quicker than anyone else.
Sassy, fiery Lady Belle doesn’t cotton to strangers going after her ladies in the house of ill-repute with malice in their hearts. Of course, for a price, if you give her wild ass a Karat, preferably a diamond large enough to shine for twenty miles then she might turn a blind eye.
You’ll pay through the nose to get what you wish. And in the end a body has to decide if wanting all that gold is worth losing life in the end. An early grave is most likely what you’ll get.