The Tale of El Mirage

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Let’s begin at the end. The end of the line for the Los Diablos gang. The loot they took from the bank wasn’t enough to satisfy Cranky Sam. He wanted more. The longer he had to wait for the others to get on board, the more irate and destructive he became, fortunately Razor calmed him down enough so they could plan their next step.

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This plot was the step in landing them all in the city jailhouse, which lay center court to the booming metropolis of El Mirage. It was a simple sturcture, not unlike most of the abodes here, out on the foothilss in Arizona.

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On a sultry July evening, no one was in the heat except for the one guard standing outside the jailhouse. From the looks of it though, he had a supply of friends with him lined up on the window sill. And from the look on Pedro’s face, he wasn’t much of a guard either, for he was too busy catcalling the local señoritas as they toyed with him from the balcony window across the street.

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Later that night, Pedro was on still on duty, half asleep in his stooper when a loud bang exploded from within the building, and being that he had a front row seat and the moonlight shone like an interrogation lamp, he saw the whole thing unfold before him.

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Cranky Sam, Razor and the other three gangsters, could be seen throwing flaming bottles against the adobe walls. Being made of clay and mudmortar, not a crack was made, In attempts to escape, they found their proceudres were weak, so those boys went to all lengths to seige the structure, so that no one could take them out alive.

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By daylight, the jailhouse was surrounded by mounted deputy sheriifs from all around El Mirage and state troopers were on the ready to snipe the building and it’s prisoners. With pen in hand, Canky Sam wrote his note of demands, saying that the others were his hostages and would be released if his demands were met.

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Hour by hour want by without a move from either side. This agitated Sam and when he becomes agitated, we know he starts to lose controol, but something odd happened. Looking inside the window with binoculars, Sam was seen playing with a red rubber band. He was calm.

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By this time, the townfolk were worried and demanded that the officers do something. So with a cock of the hammer, a deputy took a shot right through the left side of that window, hitting Razor enough to drop him to the floor. NOW, Sam reacted with displeasure and began shooting nails and anything else he could remove from that jailhouse. He shot them with his red rubberband.

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Now, you’re thinking, “How could he possibly create havoc with a little rubberband?”, well, he didn’t, but he was able to hit the Sheriff right between his eyes. The sheriff, he lay dead on the grass, while his deputy posse charged the building, shooting to empty their cartridges, yelling and taunting the Diablos, “You shot the Sheriff, but you did not kill the deputies!” Dancing and laughing until the last Diablo lay dead himself.

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The story’s over, right? Not in the least, there was still a trial to go through. A jam-packed courtroom, who all saw the sheriff go down. Now, many will say that they should have changed the venue for this trial, but most people aren’t Texans, so after the townsfolk readied their rubberbands, they all shot their slingshots, and a barrage of nails and assorted things shot the last Diablo down, dead.

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They’ve erected a new sign on highway 14, so when someone enters the town limits, they are greeted with a life-sized image of Eric Clapton, smiling. His bubble reads, “El Mirage, Where The Tough Get Revenge”. As for the sign you see as you are leaving, Eric again, smiling and saying, “Y’all Come Back Now!”

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-dld november 27th

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➞ A front-row seat➞ Let’s begin at the end.➞ (1) grass, and (2) ink➞ A rubber band➞ Moonlight

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One response to “The Tale of El Mirage

  1. This was a Fun Write… hope you like it!

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