Noose

gallows.jpgThe noose was put over my head and drawn firm­ly down un­til the knot pressed in­to my neck right above the col­lar­bone. I croaked,
“Hangman. Hangman! Hold on a lit­tle while.”

“…why.”
“I see my friends com­ing, they can pay you, pay you well to let me free.”
“umpft.”
As Jack rode up, I could tell from the sore look on his face that he wasn’t go­ing to be much help.
“Jack! Do you have some sil­ver? Do you have some gold? Please pay the hang­man. Keep me from the gal­lows pole.”
He just shook his head and said “I ain’t got noth­ing. I’m too poor; all I can do is wish you peace.” Then he rode on.

“You bas­tard,” I shout­ed, “damn your eyes!”
Then I felt the Hangman be­hind me again. His shad­ow made me cold.
“Hangman! That man I killed, he de­served it. You know I’m ri.. wait. Not yet! That rid­er in the dis­tance is my broth­er, I know it. He’ll con­vince you to free me.”
The Hangman said noth­ing, but leaned against the gal­lows.

“Brother, I’m to be hanged. Can you have me freed?”
My broth­er looked at me im­pas­sive­ly and said “I’ve brought some sil­ver, some gold, a lit­tle of every­thing. All that we could find to save you. The Hangman took the bag from my broth­er, heft­ed it, shook his head and looked at the lever.

“Ass! You didn’t bring enough, Go to hell!”
My brother’s eyes went hard and he rode off. The Hangman came and looked in my eyes. Waited. I swal­lowed rough­ly.

“Hangman, look. There is my sis­ter.
Sister! Sister, I’m to be hanged. Take him, please sis­ter, take him to a shady bow­er and save me from the wrath of the Hangman.”

The next half hour al­most nev­er passed. When the Hangman and my sis­ter reap­peared, I was cer­tain I was free.

“Hangman, tell me that I am free to ride. Let me go.”

He spoke, “I have been giv­en gold and your sis­ter has turned my blood from cold. None of that is enough, though, to save you from the gal­lows pole. Then he pulled the lever.

“Damn yrr.…”

-based on “Gallows Pole” and “Sam Hall”

Yeah, its crap­py, the songs are bet­ter, which is why they are songs in the first place, but I was bored.

One thought on “Noose

  1. It’s a good sto­ry, it might make a good song, but it’d need some sort of catchy phrase re­peat­ed or some­thing.

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