The sheriff stared looking at the condemned man.

 He stared back at the sheriff, his cold eyes gazing through him, chilling his blood.

    I can’t till she gets here. he coldly replied to the sheriff.

    Till who gets here?

    Just have to wait and see

   Well we don’t have time to wait, let’s get on with it

The black hidden executioner slipped the noose over his neck

and positioned himself by the trapdoor lever

With a nod from the sheriff, the lever was pulled

and the condemned plummeted to the ground,

with a loud snap the rope broke, and the man stood up and gazed up at the sheriff.

     What now?   The condemned man said

 The sheriff drew his pistol, three shots rang out,

none of them finding their home.

Befuddled the sheriff fired three more, to no avail.

    Don’t just stand there, lock him up!  the sheriff shouted to his deputies,

who ushered him back into the jail.

That night there was a knock on the jail door, a woman was there,

dressed in black wanting to speak to the prisoner.

The deputy showed her out soon after.

     Well I guess we’ll try again tomorrow The deputy sighed

When he checked, the prisoner was dead.