the blazen sun stretched his arms round the dirt ball stuck under our feet;
a gentle breeze licked the sweat from our heads;
chickens got to eat, just like any other living thing;
"who goes there?";
burdened by the power of his light, my squinted eyes caught on to a carriage, 
then i heard the crispy course strings of a banjo and the chanting of a tune;

I'm a working man
I work and I work 
while the good man slumbers;
he moves coal,
he breaks steel, 
an he chops down lumber; 
I take the jewels from the fools
Oh im a working man
and I work and work 
while the good man slumbers

"i never heard that song before";
"Oh that's quite all right, it's nothing but a song anyway;"
the man before us looked ready for church, and i didn't know they made carriages that nice;
"Would you boys say you've ever had problems?";
weary of this question, I let the dust move silence between us;
my compatriot nudged on the conversation:
"well certainly, I can't think of any man who hasn't had any problems.";
"Then I have something for you two, give me just one moment.";
the man rushed round his carriage kicking up dust;
looking for whatever it was, it sounded like he fell down some stairs in a metal suit;
i felt for the six shooter strapped to my hip; 
"Gentlemen you're in luck. I've got the fix for you.";
"fix for whua—";
"For anything! Tell me, what problems have you had recently?";
"uhm, i couldn't say for sure, but uhm let me think";
standing in front of us with a small tincture, i noticed he wouldn't stop grinning;
"i mean i have had an upset stomach recently, i think i must of eaten somethin wron—";
"It'll fix that!";
"and my back i t—";
"It'll fix that!";
"what about my mare? it's been a hard breeding seas—";
"It'll fix that too!";
"i've also got a neighbor who won't sto—";
"YES!"
his grin broke, and his lips pulled past his full bright white teeth, exposing his fleshy red gums;
"It will most certainly fix that too.";
i went back to feeding the chickens;
"Sir. Aren't you interested in the resolution of all your problems?";
the chickens plucked the feed from the dirt;
my compatriot snatched the hat off his head,
"wait a second, is you one of them snake oil salesman that they've been talkin bout back in town?";
shifting his gaze, he buried his eyes into my compatriot,
"I'm not a snake oil salesman; I'm a salesman who sells snake oil";
"good. i won't tolerate any thievery. how much is a bottle?";
"I'd love to sell you some, sir, but I have a policy that I must adhere to;"
bringing the bottle closer to his face, he tapped the tincture with his long fingernails, and the oil washed against the glass walls;
"go on.";
"You both have to buy.";
my rooster roamed near my legs;
"that shouldn't be a problem, whad ya think Henry?";
i knelt down and the chicken took the remaining feed from my palm;
from the corner of my eye I noticed that the teethy smile was missing from the salesman's face;
my compatriot gripped his hat;
"come'on Henry, won't you give the man some business. what if I buys two and we call the policy adhered to;"
in a newly bitter tone:
"I do apologize sir, but I can't. If I sell to one, I must sell the other too.";
"but who's gonna know? surely the policy can be—";
stamping his foot in the dirt, the salesman ruffled up his perfect combover;
"Sir— surely I have made myself plenty clear;"
if you looked close enough, my roosters eyes looked like the lowest pit of hell;
a perfectly black hole surrounded by a fiery copper ring;
but despite his eyes, he done nothing but do right by me;
"I have another policy that I should mention;"
with a childlike excitement:
"and whuat's that?";
"If the buyers don't want to give their money up willingly, I must take it anywa—";
a glint of chrome screamed against the inside of the salesman's coat;
i yanked my shooter from my hip, outstretched my arm, and fell unto my left shoulder;
two shots rang out;
"HENRY!"
on my back, kicking the dust out from under me, the ringing heat burned my body from the inside out;
i sat up quick, with my shooter in hand i pointed it at the heap of dapper clothes;
"christ almighty henry! you got him! you got him!";
feeling my body for any kind of wetness, i found only sweat;
my rooster laid dead, on the dirt ball stuck beneath our feet; 

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