The Treachery of Dead End's
Chapter 11
Nome, Alaska
Rance Spurgeon moaned on and off! He was on a lonely island far away from the world! He was as if to the Pinkerton's he had served for a paycheck! Now, one sparked his interest! Setting off to find his golden gun's he had dropped before, he met Harry Pinkerton himself! "Looking for these, old chum? he staked out his claim! Twisting them so that he held a cross of Golden Gun's, Rance was sent back to Hell! "Aiee!" Rance screamed in pain and was tortured for an eternity! He had revolted the Devil by admonishing a boy in his memories! "A boy of about 15 should do!" and Johnny Boy appeared! Only 13 actually, he had signed up for the Army too soon in the Devil's eyes to be more than 18 "or so" at the behest of a Major! Asking General Cunningham of the U.S. detatched forces in Iraq in November of 2004, he was asked to "Off himself for Satan! If you do, I'll give you a paycheck!". Rance thought he could live until then at the latest, 2004 or about's for him to make it to off-sea and back home again! "In time for supper!" was a common joke among him and the not-there Devil turnabout's Harry Townsend who he claimed made him insane to stay here like that! "All dead and alone on a desert island in the sea old champ!" he rocked back and forth one night cold to shit! It wasn't nice out there! It was 24 year's of misery he had lived, he felt it! And his old-bone's champ of 23 years-of-age was barely old enough to smoke! "It's the thought that count's I guess!" Old Rance had had enough! He couldn't swim anywhere! He didn't know the way! Or where he was! He walked around the island once or twice, but he knew it inside and out! It's in his memories now, he said to a grim crow that speckled on the horizon! A boat might carry him off if the Devil allowed it! And just off shore, in the dead winter of 1942, a ship did appear!
The S.S. Corporal Cunningham was ruby-lit on the horizon! Rance knew it was a trap! It'd vanish and be back here tomorrow too! And again and again forever until he was dead from nothing! Harry was a Pinkerton devilman now! He could keep him alive forever if he wanted it! The devil laughed "He he he!" at him and he balked off and swam toward the boat at light speed! Ol' Rance Spurgeon could be insane, but who care's!? He didn't think it through anyway! He swam toward the ship immediately when he could! He made it there safe and sound! Sputtering, he was cold and alone and the Captain's kind threw him off a'beggard by being so nice and forthcoming with clothes and a blanket to wrap himself in and a cup of warm what they called "coffee" he knew was kiln-water but it smelled so nice and pretty that he drank it all crying! It was 40 year's of despair he lived on that island and grow no more new hair's for it! "Rance Spurgeon", he told the captain's crew through gritted teeth when he was told what year it was! "Is NOT 40 year's older than I am young, SIR!". He knew the captained be pretty scornful if he didn't say that, in his old mind! He looked a fool! Old enough to be 100 year's the sailor's grandad's, it was after the war that they balked and stought to become naval heroes! He was the one who took Hitler's head, they said to be kind to the old man! The devil laughed again! "He he he he! And that closes another book on history!". He closed the book The Book of Life and Rance Spurgeon was in it! Everyone was! All life as we knowed it was in there, we knows! Our daddies tell of it at breakfast time, and our mommies say of it never before bedtime to wail us to sleep in happiness thought's! But Old King Cunningham know's it well! JOIN US TODAY! made him swear allegiance to the flag for the first time to fight Hitler's army! It seemed his call to arm's to be ready and there for it! He was a mighty man in seadress! Not alone on the frontline's, an old man by the name of Rance Spurgeon called to arm's as well and said, "If this Hitler's army is revoltin', sir, I as a man of the Pinkerton Agency must revolt too! Against them!!!" and he sailed off with his worries against them! "Goodbye old friend!" Harry said laughing, having set up this game having seen and gone through time a few time's! Just to worry 'im, Death shot a tail of gunfire at his feet to make him dance "through time" again! "Hahahahaha! Dance, varmint, dance the dance of death again and again for all time's sake!" Hahahaha varmint left in his ear's as old Harry Pinkerton sauntered his way then and about's to be gone of Death! "Never fear!" the Devil said "Hey hey!"-like! It was as if it was a horror movie or something to the men! And women of history, revolted with Death and all the shenanigan's of the Devil's Game, did throw it off and out the window like morning water every day they could! Cried tear's of blood they hadn't over the poor men who sauntered into Death's arms awake from it all! "A mad dash like that later again and I'd could have it!" Harry Townsend told Pinkerton Agency rebel's who followed him! In a weird tale's sort of way to himself to say it, it behooved him to sod off himself and aghast with the prospect's of his on-land adversary, Death on a horse, what a mad spectacle that made him laugh if he wasn't already!, would get him on a boat again! Never on one before, "again" meant as with Rance Spurgeon whose life-blood he was tied to! If ever the Devil wanted, Rance Spurgeon and whoever else it cared about to let go would be swept away like the world once was! The Great Flood was a game, too, they knew now and that it HAD happened like the tale's! Or not! But either way it could've! It may've not happened, but the reality is it's a truthful enough admonition of the Devil's skills to take it all away to write about it! Or did He write it in a play? Either way! Together again as Sailormen, and Pinkerton Agent's as they hadn't quit nor been fired or otherwise left the Agency, they were now Devil's Plaything's, boy's on a boat a'sailing and laughing but never! Hard work, little play and the deathly worry of Sarin Gas or some other Devil's Argument did behoove them to move post-haste in the morning after the Devil's Wake-up call's aired them to arm's and again to rally the troop's forthwith! Devil came at them again and again! Moorning pole's saw them anchored in Nome, Alaska once or twice and Willy Tails' old weird budenuff hat was gay to be seen! "Oh, Sheriff! I mean Nome's Chomsky pollin-to! What's the word!?" Old Champ talked them into a game once or twice, but the real deal was gotten fortwith back on out-again to sea! The Habbakkuk was real and a spectace and it's non-use ended our view on the war!