Dear Editor,
Night falls, the streets of the old cow town are quiet. A barbeque is in session at the Horse-shoe Bar, where cigarette smoke competes with the aroma of Carib beer and burnt wild meat.
In a dimly lit corner, stands the lovely Selina, of the dark hair and sultry voice. Legend has it that she has lured many a cowpoke to his doom at the hands of the notorious Kid Kelly.
The Kid is agitated; Selina won’t marry him; he snorts, bristles and fumes; unconsciously, he fingers his six pistol.
Suddenly, a young cowboy, unarmed and wet behind the ears, strides in, he beckons to Selina of the sultry voice, who responds, shocking the Kid with her alacrity.
Selina and the cowboy, heads close together, giggle with each other, hands accidentally touching; the Kid sees red and ambles over
