Blood on the trail...

See it in your minds eye... John Wayne, a young John Wayne soot smudged and filthy, rifle in his hands, terror and terrible determination in his eye... five stripes on his sleeve... behind him a man with brass on his collar and blood running down his chest, dying... "take 'em through Sarge, get 'em home..." a groan, and dead. See the battle, the smoke and the carnage, see the line circling the besieged unit, see the canvas on the Conestoga's, the teamsters firing over the top of the soldiers. Hear the scout scream "NOW!!! GO NOW!!!", hear the defiant bugle signal the charge as the wagons and the cavalry break to escape the trap... and... yea......dead men and blood on the trail, but the wagons made it through.

I went to the grocery store, and damn. They actually had ten, fifteen thirty packs of buttwipe still on the shelf at four pm. Sometimes, sometimes my imagination just totally takes over. I can't help it.