The
murderers of cold blooded town are watching. The horizons are no longer
dead. A big storm is coming and they are
guessing that there time has come. “It
was a fine ride, a fine ride” says one toothless lady while she slit a kid with
a little three inch blade. They lived there lives, from town to town, some
riding in horses, others in cars or trucks.
There is a really fat man with only one arm,
with a thick long scar drew in his face, he was ones the terror of several
towns in the south, until he found his place in cold blooded town. He used to
kill women, taking them to the desert, and hitting then with a big old rusty
chain he always carried around his big belly. He is sitting now, firing a
little 22 caliber pistol, into a poor young girl, chained to an old dry water
well.
There is
Lindo to, a really handsome man, who was well known in the big cities down the
east side, for he always liked to disfigure the faces of his victims, burning
them with a hot can, cutting them from their body, and throwing them on public
places. He really got everybody scared
to death; Of course, he loved that. And now there he is, standing at the door
of his big old barn, watching the spectacular storm coming, with his beautiful
pair of blue eyes. Hearing the shouts of his last victims, hanging from there extremities,
in the darkness of the barn.
And the clouds
keep coming, and cold blooded town is starting to feel it. And the donkeys and
the mules, they are screeching in fright, trying to escape. But of course, the
donkeys and the mules, in cold blooded town, they are all tied up. So if you
are curious about, I tell you boy, take a fine look now, because is only a
matter of time, to this miserable doomed land.
