A/N: see first western chapter.
Many thanks to medcat for beta reading:)
Holmes and companions do not belong to me
He wondered, as he ran, just who those casualties might be...
6/ The good the bad and the ugly
The fully trained canary had spent all its life indoors.
Though bright, it lacked experience of Mother Nature's Laws.
And feline recognition? It had not been trained in that;
So chirped with happy innocence at Mrs Hudson's cat…
The Sheriff, and his deputy, were holed up by the bar;
They'd just one single bullet left; it would not get them far.
And Ricoletti smiled at his abominable wife.
He'd always had the urge to rob a lawman of his life.
The two reloaded quickly, as did Victor Lynch as well.
They took aim at their victims and prepared to give them hell.
Lestrade just turned to Hopkins, shrugged and said,"I'm sorry, son,
I think our luck has just run out; our time on earth is done…"
And Morgan laid his trap; a poisoned jug of lemonade.
On such a hot June day, a rash decision might be made.
To get revenge on Sherlock Holmes, he'd kill his closest friend;
One sip of his concoction would ensure a painful end.
He waited in the shadows for the drama to begin;
And sure enough, a tired and thirsty Watson staggered in.
He watched him sit down wearily and just as he had planned
The doctor spied the welcome drink; reached out an eager hand…
Meanwhile at the warehouse, Holmes was short of time and space.
He needed just a moment to recover from the chase.
He stumbled through a doorway, to a dusty shadowed room,
Then heard a pistol trigger click, behind him in the gloom.
And one-eyed Mathews smiled and aimed his weapon at his head,
"Now say your prayers, detective, as you'll very soon be dead."
And Holmes glared at his nemesis, he knew his end was nigh.
An old abandoned warehouse seemed a lonesome place to die…
to be continued...
