42nd Street

We was stillin' one day away up on a side of a hill away from everything, minding our own business, just gettin' ready t'make a run when my partners all of a sudden sees something move in a pasture one hill over. Couldn't tell who he was. Too far away. I couldn't see him at all, stuck away behind a fence post like that. We went on workin' keepin' one eye out, and after we was through, and whatever that was over yonder had gone on. We went over to see. It was somebody there all right. I seed that checkedy sole print in th'soft ground and we moved her out that night. It was a revenuer all right. I know because I ran into him again later and he asked me about it. But know how I knew before that? Because of that boot print, and because he didn't come down and say hello. A friend of ours would have - Nice talkin' to ya and good luck with your own still. / The Jam Man Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4