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Drabbles by Margaret P.



Who Told You This?

Written for a Lancer Writers site Dialogue Challenge, December 2014.

“A Pinkerton agent stopped me in the street.” 

“Are you sure it wasn’t some kind of joke staged by your do-nothing friends? “He showed me identification, and gave me that train ticket.” 

“Even so, young Lowell or Blair could afford to finance such a ruse. You could be going off on a wild  goose chase. He’s not shown any interest before.” 

“It would be rather an elaborate ruse and to what purpose? No, I believe the request is genuine. I  don’t understand why now, but I’m curious to find out and to put a face to the name.” 

“He’ll want something from you.” 

“Indeed, but what?” 

“It should make no difference. Your life is here not in some mud hut on a desolate strip of land  hundreds of miles from civilisation.” 

“Not so very far from civilisation these days. I understand San Francisco is the tenth largest city in  the United States now. With the transcontinental railway I should get there in only a week or two.” 

“You are determined then?” 

“I am.”

“And if I forbid you to go?” 

“I am a man not a little boy. It’s my decision, sir, and I’m going.”



What’s in a Name? 

A selection of Verse – Four 


Married for love my beautiful bride 

Uprooted from her family – in childbirth she died Ranching in those days no home for my lad 

Denied by her father my right to be dad 

Once more I was blessed with a wife and a son  Cruel fate it deprived me – away they did run 

Hard though I sought them, they could not be found 

Long years before 

Agents see my sons homeward bound 

Nervous of losing them all over again 

Cautious and angry no boys but young men 

Each one I am proud of though backgrounds of strife Rare fortune befalls me. Together we start a new life. 


Sadness and longing as a motherless child 

Cared for by grandfather like investments compiled

Opportunity for freedom through battle and war

Tempted by offer — father unknown before 

Truly amazed 

Lancer, land full of hope 

A father, a brother – now life has some scope

Never imagined my future would feel this secure

Caring sister and friendship of which I am sure

Evermore shall I live here, my home to reside

Rightfully belonging — the Lancer name borne with pride.


Jailbait in the making but at the height of my game

Out gun, out manoeuvre — It adds to my fame

Homeless I wander border towns all alone 

Never trusting or loving someone of my own 

Next job might be different and give me some power

Years of hardship behind me, in fear did I cower 

Mayhem and killing is the life I now lead 

Anger and hatred are feelings they feed 

Death follows me daily and walks by my side 

Real good at my trade and in that I take pride I’d like to believe there’s a future somewhere 

Destiny still ahead of me with people who care


Journeying lightly — surprised to be free 

Outlook unexpected but came for a fee  

Hearing of family not before known 

New brother discovered and now not alone 

Never thought I could like him but maybe it’s fate  Years with no father and all of that hate 

Lancer the man I now see as good 

Anger behind me — Yes, that’s understood 

New horizons and a home in which I take pride

Childhood fears in the past now and all put aside

Every day I’ll be thankful that I answered the call

Rescued by my father and now standing tall 


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