ADD in the Old West

“Throw another log on the fire, John, we’ve got a long ways to go before this plan’s all done,” he told me, and I got up to collect more firewood before the tenacity of the mosquitoes killed me. The exuberance of those bugs sure got to me sometimes.

I stacked what I’d quickly gathered in the midst of the flames and sat down in my spot to the left of our fearless leader. In the grand scheme of things, his idea was not really that special, but it still gave me goosebumps every time we gathered to work out the kinks of another heist.

We were actually the most wanted gang of bank robbers in west Texas, but we looked far too motley of a crew for any of the gamblers and saloon girls we saw most nights to take us seriously. We didn’t care. It’s easy enough to ignore the jokers when those you need the most are always there.And it’s easier to spend time in a town to learn what you need to know when the sheriff isn’t automatically out to get you.

I’d been woolgathering instead of paying attention again, and it looked like I’d missed something important. That was alright. I never knew the whole plan, and we’d always gotten along just fine. Things just had a way of working themselves out for me.

I reached back into The Blog Propellant’s archives to find this word association prompt that turns out to be exactly one month old today. Happy birthday, prompt!


7 Comments on “ADD in the Old West”

  1. LRose says:

    You blow me away! All of them in the same post. I didn’t write that one with all-inclusion in mind. I really, really like the way your mind works! With that said, enjoy tomorrow’s prompt (only 2hr15min away…)

  2. LRose says:

    AACK! That’s “whose” deadline…


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