From A Great Distance They Came

We saw them, but did not heed the churlish men who came from the Southwest on their Mustangs. They rode so well, my lover remarked, but she did not see them. Nor did she know the way those Gibson boys made them bleed. They claimed to be passing through. Two brothers, Les and Paul “Deluxe.” “Just on a venture to see the depth of life,” Ol’ Leo Fullerton wasn’t too keen on them at all. That man’s eyes were too bright, but then again, the wicked always turn from any crux. My Old Girl sighs and gets starry-eyed at the thought of Deluxe. Slim and lean, but plenty strong and knew the sun on his skin well. I’d seen her tiptoe off with him while those two were here, but couldn’t give her no hell. Then, those brothers left, like sunrises that turn to high heat.