Doris, get your gun.
Father has a girlfriend.
Father used to roam.
Father settles in Sheridan.
He calls that place his home.
Father falters, There is good work here. I’ve got a fine girl. I think I’ll make a home.
Mother tends to her man.
Mother bears him four.
Mother attempts to understand.
She thinks that woman a whore.
Mother marauds, I am told that since the time that they have installed the road around the Northern end of those Black Hills, driving through has become less stressful than in past circumstances.
Doris procures the car of steel.
Doris packs the good book.
Doris is told to take the wheel.
She insists for her sisters to look.
Doris declares, Dear Father has thought to reside away from our family. Uncle believes it in our best interest to dissuade him from doing so. Hurry now. Move along quickly. We must go forthright.
Three little ladies head toward the west.
Three little ladies pulley round the hill.
Three little ladies navigate their best.
They pause for overheating, gathering all their will.
Ladies labor, Once we arrive, we will have a sit with Father. Certainly he will choose to come home soon.
Father agrees.
Mother gives smile.
Doris perceives.
Three little ladies drive an extra long while.
Siblings simmer, Mother regrets that, after a month’s wait, a letter has arrived. Father will not come. Mother has retained an attorney for processing of divorce.
