CHAPTER 3 - The Devils Daughters - The Trail of Warren Blake

The four girls ride into the town of Dust Creek,
to stalk the vicious quarry that they seek.
They hunt the man who broke a sacred vow,
Warren Blake is Sadie's ex-husband now.

They check their irons in the blinding heat,
and step onto the dusty, quiet street.
They walk into the bar to seek the truth,
and find the local barkeep in his booth.

Belle grips the counter, looking for some trace,
and asks about the Marshal in this place.
The barkeep smiles and pours a glass of rye,
but hides the wicked treason in his eye.

He tells them that the law is coming late,
by train that afternoon, so they must wait.
He slips away to send a warning wire,
to set the daughters up for blood and fire.

That afternoon upon the tracks it roars,
the daring sisters breach the carriage doors.
But Cain is waiting with a hidden crew—
a lethal ambush that the barkeep knew.

Through rising smoke the bitter truth is clear:
the barkeep sold them out to perish here.
The sisters draw their steel and take their stand,
unleash hell upon the Marshal's band.

The sudden blast of powder splits the air,
as flying bullets scatter everywhere.
The deputies hold fast against the storm,
while shadows stretch where fallen bodies form.

Through narrow aisles the heavy metal screams,
challenging the lawmen’s desperate schemes.
The next car fills with copper, blood, and smoke,
beneath the deadly fire the outlaws woke.

They kick the solid iron doors aside,
to face the ruthless killers left inside.
A brutal rain of lead begins to fall,
as slaughter stains the long carpeted hall.

The shattered glass is flying from the clash,
as furies fight amidst the rifle flash.
The narrow carriage fills with smoke and cries,
as bullet after bullet swiftly flies.

The echoes fade as weapons start to cool,
and silence settles on this bloody pool.
The heavy smoke begins to drift away,
while shadows lengthen at the end of day.

A flash of iron splits the quiet room,
as Cain's revolver seals the Viper's doom.
She strikes the heavy floor, the lead is hot,
blood spilling quickly from the sudden shot.

Then Marshal Cain grips Jessie by the hair,
and drags her close to anchor their despair.
He presses heavy steel against her brow,
the moving train their lethal cage for now.

The smoking barrels aim across the space,
as freezing terror locks them in their place.
The train car rocks with bitter iron screams,
but Warren Blake is just a ghost of dreams.

He is not on the train or in the room,
while Jessie stares into the face of doom.
The Marshal backs away into the night,
he holds the fierce young girl with savage might.

She does not weep, her eyes are burning bright,
defiant as he drags her from the fight.
He leaps right off the carriage to the sand,
and hits the ground with Jessie in his hand.

He disappears into the desert grey,
as darkness comes to steal the light of day.
The town appears ahead through desert heat,
the iron wheels maintain their roaring beat.

Belle slams the heavy lever down with might,
to stop the screaming engine in its flight.
The roaring engine halts beside the town,
as clouds of heavy steam come pouring down.

The daughters leap into the desert air,
they look around but see no shadow there.
The Marshal and the fierce young girl are gone,
lost somewhere in the sands before the dawn.

But Cora collapses on the desert floor,
her heavy jacket soaked in dark red gore.
The Viper gasps for breath, her skin turns pale,
as her life ebbs out on the desert trail.

She loses grip upon her trusted blade,
as all the desert colours start to fade.
With Belle and Sadie kneeling in the sand,
to grasp their fading sister by the hand.
Chapter 4 To Be Continued...............................