dick peterdick

Dick Peterdick was a roper, bulldogger and bareback bronc rider hailin' out of Kyle, SD on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. He was also a meth cook and quick draw specialist. Some say he was a shape-shifter. It's too soon to tell. Dick's legacy ain't foretold and Dick ain't nowhere to be found.
Some say he became a three-legged dog. Others say  he's a magpie. He was last seen in Hays, Kansas south of the rails down by the cottonwoods along the creek. Everyone knows he keeps his guns clean and his powder dry and sells methamphetamine to the suburban crowd in Kansas City. The toothless, Mountain Dew fueled dumpster divers. Dick's crank wasn't much better than cheap trucker speed, cut with strychnine to bring on a fever.
Dick rode the roughstock series. Couldn't afford the PRCA events. Slept in a Dave Ellis cowboy bedroll in the back of his '96 F-150.
No topper. If it rained, he moved under the truck.
You can only live like this for so long. One day, the chills build and the drugs kill the liver. Dick Peterdick saw it coming. But, by the time it passed, Dick was down. Broken heart, broken spirit. Dick died.