Rebel - KGC
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Lister returned wide eyed,"we have visitors" he exclaimed.
Outside a fire had been started and being of green wood during an approaching rain; smoke hang heavy.
A curious custom wagon was off the far side of the trail. Three men,two with great beards were setting iron pots upside down on rounds of wood. One man with no beard the others called beard would turn a pot, add burlap then reset it and thump it with a stick.
Satisfied he then began balancing the lids on other sticks.
The two bearded men then retrieved over sized fiddles and a case of peeking otter alchemy brew from the fancy,almost a racing design freight wagon, set the bottles between us and the fire with extended hands saying have at it, and began plucking those fancy fiddles vigorously with their fingers.
These men wore glasses with extremely dark lenses, darker even than Franklins..
The unbearded one then began a stacatto, galloping beating of the pots and utilized the lids for other, much higher tones.
Were these madmen? They acted as if they belonged here.
Singing began and seeing no arms presented we watched astounded as smoke swirled and the music hummed and throbbed.
A fiddle plucker sang.
"Rumor spreadin round, in that Lynch burg town , bout the cave up in the range.
Well the air is fine ,if you've got the nerve , enough nerve to get yourself in.
Ah how how how how.
Well there's gold in sight, most every night , but then, I might be accurs-ed. A how how how how."
Soon my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,I had to stop for the night....I figured the cave would suffice for a nap.
A wave of my hat and a bow received nods from all. The band played on.
"Stay out the cave, or your senses will rave, ya that cave four miles from Bufords, ah hmm hmm hmm hmm."
Funny I thought ,they must know the same shaman....
I sensed they knew exactly what contents the cave held, twas likely even they had placed it there.
Who were these strange minstrels and why did they seem kindred and not concerned we would disturb the wealth?
The peeking otters were peaking and a nap wrestled with me. In my semi lucid state I thought of zzzzz's.
Then the thumping on pots. Hmm t.o.p..
Smiling into my nap I thought,ZZ T.O.P. would suffice for this swarthy musical group's name.
A voice sang clear about some cowgirl floating on the ceilin, "she was talkin to some Howlin Wolf, about some voo doo healin...."
SPOOKY! Put a "SPELL" on 'em!
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