THE TREASURE OF SAN DIABLO
by Mack White
The cowboy-turned-cattle baron and his henchmen ride away,
leaving the Ranger hanging on the tree.
But before they reach the ranch . . .
All his henchmen are shot dead.
He alone is left alive.
Three gunmen appear from behind some rocks.
One orders him off his horse.
"Don't you know who I am?" he demands angrily.
"Yeah," replies one of the men,
"you're the low-down, sorry son of a skunk
that hung Jed Bandy this mornin'.
Jed was a good man, and he was our friend--
and we aim to make you pay
for what you done . . ."
They tie him up, then bury him
up to his neck in the hot desert earth.
"Come on, fellers'," he pleads, "let me go.
I'll give you ever'thing I got!
You know how rich I am!"
"What we're gonna' do next,"
says one of the men, "is cut your eyelids off.
That way you won't be able to shut your eyes
against the sun, and the blood'll draw critters to you!"