those were the days............. when good dogs followed the rules.....and you could slap a fresh roll of caps into your Hopalong Cassidy revolver any time you chose
I gunned down a lot of kids with my Paladin gun/holster/hat set.....made every one of them count to ten until they were alive again too (time to get away). I was merciless; the kid in black with the pearl white (plastic) horse head attached to my holster. I learned to swagger early.
@jack-dodds, there was always a guy like you who thought he was faster than anyone. Then, one day, sooner or later, a new kid shows up...and the game changes.
...except for Davey. We all knew there was something wrong with him. And the cats in the neighborhood kept on disappearing.
There was insufficient evidence to bring any charges. And a number of conspicuously well-nourished local residents were notably reluctant to comment on the disappearing felines.
@graeme-ogg, and so it goes. This is how Davey's untimely end comes in a bank with a loaded cap gun and a mean disposition. It was never about the money!
...except for Davey. We all knew there was something wrong with him. And the cats in the neighborhood kept on disappearing.
There was insufficient evidence to bring any charges. And a number of conspicuously well-nourished local residents were notably reluctant to comment on the disappearing felines.
Davey was an anomaly and a bit of a disappointment to be honest. We all thought he was destined to be an entomologist; watching him pull the wings off his trapped insects and all.
@graeme-ogg, and so it goes. This is how Davey's untimely end comes in a bank with a loaded cap gun and a mean disposition. It was never about the money!
You are so right JK. Anyone who has ever felt the rush of power holding a loaded cap gun and has smelled the burning powder would know that Davey was an adrenalin junkie.
@jack-dodds, there was always a guy like you who thought he was faster than anyone. Then, one day, sooner or later, a new kid shows up...and the game changes.
Yeah I remember this all too well......new kid named Charles...Chuck for short.....made me dance and run me clean off his block.
@jack-dodds, and it wasn't the mutilation of those unfortunate insects that bothered us. We all did that. We all used our magnifying glasses mercifully. No. It was the smile on Davey's face that sent chills down our backs and caused us to wake up in the middle of the night, soaked with sweat and trembling with the nightmare of being tied to that ragged picnic bench in Davey's backyard with him hovering over us, tweezers in one hand and that horrific magnifying glass in the other.
