Not the brightest button in the box, Josh stumbled over the words, his father’s amused gaze only heightening his discomfort.
“It was real s-savage, Dad.”
What Josh had seen as he’d peeped through the thick cordylline grass had rooted him to the spot, petrified.
“Son, if you don’t know what they was doin’, I guess it’s time we got you broken in.”
Miss Kitty at the Golden Horse saloon bar offered her best girl for the purpose.
Josh came downstairs later, dazed and flushed
“Fine… there wasn’t a rock handy, so I didn’t do the last bit.”
A posse left town within the hour.
I’ve never tried a ‘wild west’ story before. The first version of this didn’t have the last line but when I tried it out on my husband (the story that is) he didn’t get it. I’d be interested to know whether others (a) would have got it without the last line or (b) still don’t get it, even with it. 😦 Thank you to Rochelle of Friday Fictioneers for her services to the cause of literary fiction, or something very closely approaching it.