there isn’t any water at the
other side of the river, but
you get on your horse and
tell us that we
should follow you and
start a new life. A gangster from the big city
is running at us, from the opposite direction.
He takes aim at you
and fires. I like it when you
die, there wasn’t any reason to
cross the river. The killer
jumps in the water and rides until
the waterfall, then presumably tumbles
to his death and your husband is
weeping, but as I said, I like
that you are dead.