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Jul 30, 2026
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CHAPTER 5 The Devils Daughters - A Healers Warning
They walk back down the dusty, quiet street,
to find the traitor in the lantern heat.
They kick the heavy saloon doors aside,
the shaking barkeep has no place to hide.
Belle slams his head against the wooden bar,
while Jessie bolts the exit near and far.
They drag him screaming through the broken glass,
and swear to God they will not let this pass.
Now Sadie strikes him square across the jaw,
to learn who bought his loyalty and law.
Belle yanks his hair and forces him to speak,
he must name the man that they blindly seek.
They tie his shaking arms down to a chair,
and twist his collar till he gasps for air.
Belle drives her knife deep through his trembling hand,
revealing secrets of this lawless land.
"The King resides in Carson City now,
where every crooked lawman takes his vow.
He owns a grand brick mansion in the town,
he runs his empire as the sun goes down."
Belle cocks her heavy Colt with steady grace,
and puts a single bullet through his face.
A bloody lesson for a traitor's sin,
showing the cost when lawmen buy you in.
They mount their horses in the midnight air,
seeking their wounded sister resting there.
They reach the quiet reservation floor,
and step inside the native healer's door.
They find the Viper resting in the shade,
her deadly, frozen focus never frayed.
She sits upright and grips her heavy gun,
showing her sisters that the fight is won.
Belle extends a coin of stolen gold,
and pay the healing man for care untold.
But with a silent hand he pushes back,
the heavy metal from the leather sack.
"This coin is born of death and bitter greed,
a cursed weight our people do not need.
I will not take the crimson price of pain,
or wash my hands within a bloody rain.
If you pursue this dark and violent track,
a deeper shadow will be riding back.
Your path of fury ends in ash and bone,
and leave you broken in the earth alone."
The warning hangs upon the heavy air,
may trap the rugged crew in dark despair.
They feel the biting chill of sudden dread,
and weigh the words the healing man just said.
"The stolen gold of Blake is buried deep,
a mountain hoard of cash for us to keep.
Or do we ride to make the tyrant bleed,
and execute the monster for his deed?"
Her sisters want his blood upon the floor,
and settle every cruel and wicked score.
But Jessie wants to look into his eyes,
and find the truth beneath a life of lies.
Jessie looks out across the canyon crest,
and feels the raging fire inside her chest.
"The gold can wait beneath the desert sand,
we ride to meet my father’s wicked hand."
Chapter 6 To Be Continued...........................
— Ray Bear (RJ Bear), Jul 30, 2026
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This installment commits fully to the heroic couplet, and the meter is the most consistent element here—the iambic pentameter rarely stumbles, which gives the narrative a driving, ballad-like momentum well suited to a violent Western. That regularity is an achievement worth noting, since sustained couplets across fifteen stanzas tend to expose any slack in the line.
The strongest moment is the healer's refusal. The image of the silent hand pushing back the coin, followed by "This coin is born of death and bitter greed," gives the poem its one point of genuine moral friction. Up to that stanza the sequence is mostly action; the healer introduces a countervailing voice, and the line "or wash my hands within a bloody rain" earns its weight because it resists the momentum of everything before it. This is where the chapter finds a pulse beyond plot.
Where the writing does not yet land is in the recurring "to" construction used to close many couplets: "to find the traitor," "to learn who bought his loyalty," "to map the secrets," "to show the cost," "to seek their wounded sister," "to pay the healing man," "to trap the rugged crew," "to settle every cruel and wicked score." This infinitive-of-purpose becomes a structural tic. Because so many second lines explain the purpose of the first, the stanzas begin to feel formulaic, and the explanation often flattens an image that would land harder left implicit. "Belle drives her knife deep through his trembling hand" is vivid on its own; "to map the secrets of this lawless land" abstracts the violence into a stated motive and dilutes it. Varying the syntax—letting some couplets end on image, action, or dialogue rather than a purpose clause—would restore surprise to the line endings.
A related issue is abstraction in the closing couplets. Phrases like "dark despair," "sudden dread," and "cruel and wicked score" name emotions the concrete action has already conveyed. The saloon scene shows dread through kicked doors and a barkeep with no place to hide; the poem does not need to then tell the reader the crew feels "biting chill of sudden dread." Trusting the physical detail to carry the feeling would let the language work harder.
One craft note on clarity: "while Jessie bolts the exit near and far" reads as filler—a door cannot be bolted "near and far," and the phrase seems chosen for rhyme with "bar." The line could name a specific action that matches the tension of the moment.
Finally, the villain's identity as "my father's wicked hand" arrives in the last line as the chapter's real revelation, yet it lands quietly because the preceding stanzas weight equal attention on the gold and the killing. Seeding even a small hint earlier that this pursuit is personal for Jessie would make the final couplet the turn it wants to be, rather than new information.
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