Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him, to practice my aim
My brother's rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse, he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
My brother's rifle went into the sheen
I kept on running into the south lands
That's where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me why had I run
And then it came to me, just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town was there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury what verdict they find
I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance, a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
And he'd come to fetch me, to see what they'd done
And we'll ride together to kingdom come
I pray for God's mercy, for soon I'll be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Gordon Matthew Sumner
I Hung My Head lyrics © Songs Of Universal Inc.
C.: (Ring) Hey, d.c., what are you doing?
d.: I’m looking over the corrections my editor made to my book “Murder 8; The Inert Ingredient.”
C.: What chapter are you on now?
d.: Chapter fourteen…
C.: Whoa! The chapter the book is named for! That was an interesting chapter. I also thought the way the murderer was able to literally get away with murder in “Precision; A Crime of Passion” was interesting. Remind me not to piss you off–ever!
How do you come up with these ideas about how someone is murdered? It seems that someone dies in every book in that series!
d.: First of all, I had to let Juan Saucedo get away in the first book. He’s a big part of the series. If I put him in prison in the first book, it wouldn’t read as well, unless he was paroled, but I think this way is more interesting.
I come up with my ideas by listening to things I hear the inmates in The Human Kennel say and embellishing them. You might say that “The Magruder Mysteries” series is based in reality. That is somewhat unfortunate. Some of the stories I hear are really sad. Others are just disturbing. You’ve heard some of the same stories I have, Cal.E. Maybe you should start your own series. Better yet, why don’t you just help me with mine? You can tell me what you hear, and I can make a story out of it. We’ll split the profits 50/50!
C.: No can do, d.c. I owe Tom the Tabby too much money. I need a side hustle that I can keep 100% of the profits from. You did give me a good idea, though. I should get started writing now, so that,when triple T comes knocking, I can just hand him the money and be done with him!
d.; What did you do with all that money that you— “came by honestly,” Cal.E.?
C.: You know the answer to that question as well as I do, d.c. I spent it all on catnip! Now, I must get to work so that I can pay “Triple T” back and have a peaceful existence. TTFN
d.: Okay, Cal.E. Tata for now!
Later that night
It was a dark and stormy night. All the elves were snug in their beds, except one lonely elf. He wasn’t Santa’s favorite elf. In fact, he was Santa’s least favorite elf, and he knew it. He was going to try to do something to make his boss happy, but what? Maybe, he thought, he should just run away and save Santa the trouble of firing him. Just then, Toby had an idea– he would sell all the toys in Santa’s bag and make a huge profit. Then, he would be Santa’s favorite elf. The end
C.: d.c. makes it seem like writing a story is so hard. What's so hard about just using your imagination and making things up? My kittens do it all the time when I ask them where they’ve been and what they’ve been doing.
I’ll just email this fantastic story to one-hundred publishers and wait for them to fight over my story. Then, I can pay Tom back and buy all the catnip I desire.
Tune in tomorrow and see if Cal.E.’s plan comes to fruition.
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