Playin’ a Little Gun-Smoke Blues

Posted on 9/8/2009 at 9:37:25 PM

by Michael Fahrion

The third annual Mayor’s Blues Ball in filled Medicine Park on September 5^th & 6^th with large crowds out for good music and fun. The Medicine Park Marauders opened the Shortbranch Saloon again with a “Beer for Bullets” sale to raise funds for their dwindling ammo supply. A large tent was supplied by Budweiser to house the Shortbranch and they even pull a refrigerated wagon up alongside to keep the beer nice and cold.

Things were hoppin’ at the Shortbranch on Saturday when the Seth, along with Little Britches & Rattlesnake, came ridin’ into town. They were lookin’ fer some fun, but the town folks were mighty impartial to their brand of high jinx. After stirrin’ up the citizens a bit they spotted the Shortbranch and headed that-away bragging that their hard work had paid off in Texas and now they were looking to party. As they neared the saloon Marshal Payne, deputies Doc Holyday & Miss Vycke moved in to cut short their rowdy play.

The Law demanded to know what they were doing back in Town. They said they were just back from Texas where they’d been workin’ hard and were just lookin’ to enhance the local economy with some Texas money. Little Britches was totin’ a mighty suspicious looking bank bag which they claim was full of their hard earned money. Knowin’ the Gang’s old tricks the Law told the bar-keep to not sell them any beer less they produced real cash money. Little Britches offered to let the Marshal reach in and check the money, but he was might to leery of bein’ made a fool of again. He took the bag but went and tried to coax one of the onlookers to reach in. After a drawin’ a pass from several, one brave young gal reached in only to find a rattlesnake. She quickly play that hand by tossin’ the snake into the street. With the snake let out of the bag, the Gang skedaddled back down the street with the Law in hot pursuit. Six-guns were playin’ some hot gun smoke blues but the Gang got away as the law ran out of bullets. After the Gang vamoosed the rest of the day was right peaceful with the good folks enjoyin’ some mighty good Blues music.

The next day business was brisk at the Shortbranch when the Seth Gang decided to try stirring things up again. This time Slim came along making four of them varmints causin’ trouble. As the Gang came stampedin’ through town Seth spotted the bank sign (bank is one of the few written words he can savvy) and decided they should make another one of their “withdraws.” Now we don’t have a real bank right in the middle of Town, just one of them ATM machines. Them illiterate outlaws didn’t know about machines and they rode over drew down on it. The bunch was befuddled but the machine’s lack of concern fer the four Colts .45s aimed at it. Seth figured there must be a mighty brave teller inside to just stand there calmly askin’ fer a card. Rattlesnake said he had 52 cards. Seth said deal him in and we’ll just win that loot sos the law cain’t says we stole it. After few hands the Gang was cleaned out and wandered off grumblin’ leaving their Texas “withdraws” sittin’ on the ATM.

Little Britches still had the bank bag and they’d caught another rattler so they decided to try to hold up the Shortbranch. Being Sunday most of the lawmen were off leavin’ only Marshal Payne on duty so they figured they had right good chance of getting away with it. As the neared the saloon the Marshal came out to confront the gang. A local citizen known as Critter stepped in to add his .45 to the Marshal’s play. Little Britches said they were just in fer some fun and they had money in the bag fer buying some drinks. Marshal Payne said he wasn ‘t about to be fool by the same trick twice. Slim came over and tried to convince the Marshal that it was real cash money this time, but the onlooker who checked the contents said otherwise. Bullets were soon flyin’ and with Critters six shooter lendin’ a hand the Gang was soon high tailin’ it out of town.

The Shortbranch Saloon has done used up it’s two day permit and closed down. It was a fun, but tiring weekend and we can refill our ammo supply for confrontin’ the Seth Gang when they ride back into town. The Medicine Park Marauders owe a mighty big debt of thanks to the volunteers who stepped up to help behind the bar over the two days.