The (Au)-Dust
Kid mounted his trusty, rust-colored horse, Old (I). His shooting (Fe) was strapped to his belt,
alongside a shiny (Ag) buckle from Mexico.
The bright, new invention, (Ne) lights, lit up the night sky like a (Mg)
flare. There was danger in the
wind: The Kid was aiming to rob the
midnight stagecoach with the payroll money!
The nearby (U) mine was getting ready to make a deposit at the local
bank, and The Kid was looking for one last big stick-up. He decided to use a bag of burning (S) to
confuse the horses and make the stagecoach driver stop. The Kid hated the smell of the stuff—it
reminded him of a rotten goose egg. But,
it would make any dumb animal or man helpless when it was inhaled and make them
forget everything but the need to breathe clean, crisp fresh (O).
He
was getting too old to do this, and his bones ached from (Ca) deposits he had
developed in his knees from hard work in the (Zn) refinery. He had led a hard life: as a young man, he had been a scout in the
army and had used (He) balloons to spy on the enemy during the War Between the
States, and he was a Confederate soldier from Texas. A rancher’s daughter had loved him too, and
she tried to poison him with (As) when she found that he cared for another
woman. He just wanted one last robbery
to make his fortune and then he would leave his life of crime.
Up
there!—the stagecoach was coming, guarded by a deputy with a (Tn) badge. The Kid lit the bag from his hiding spot and
tossed it in front of the horses, causing them to rear up and snort in
fear. The deputy went for his rifle, but
The Kid drew first and filled him with (Pb) slugs. The (Cu) shells from his pistol clattered on
the ground—the deputy’s life wasn’t worth a plugged (Ni). A (Pt) blonde
passenger with red lipstick screamed at the sight of The Kid, and she held
tightly to an (Al) box under her seat.
“Give me those diamonds on your fingers,” snarled The Kid, “or I’ll
crush them into (C) dust!” The woman
fainted in fear.
Suddenly,
shots rang out again, and the sheriff and his posse galloped out from their
hiding spot with their guns raised. The
Kid was taken before a judge and thrown into a jail with (Co)-colored
steel-reinforced bars—the sun would burn out of its supply of (H) before The
Kid would be a free man. His jail sentence was a warning to all that crime
never pays!!
H _______________ Co__________________ C ______________ Ni
____________
Pt _______________ Al __________________ Pb _____________ Tn
____________
As____________ Zn
_______________ S
______________ O
_____________
Cu ___________ Ca
_______________ U
_____________ Mg
____________
Ne ____________ Ag
_______________ I _______________ Fe _____________
Au ____________
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