HOPALONG COSADICE RIDES AGAIN
A tale of the Old Wild West of Sicily
by Robert Kail
excerpt from this short story
Another tale of the Old Wild West of Sicily
by Robert Kail
by Robert Kail
“Ping
Pinga Click-a Dong!” pinga click-donged the pinball machine as Black Bart
began a series of games destined to make history in the Wild Old Southwest.
At first Captain Pastasciutta won a few games, and the odds
went up as his score mounted. Soon the whole
Ranger troop was standing around making bets with Black Bartolomeo, who
recorded them on a portable electric tote board he took out of an inside
pocket of his voluminous Iverness cape.
“Pinga pinga clicka Dong!”
“Hooray,” shouted the Rangers.
“Pinga pinga Dong Click!”
”Boo,” booed the crowd as Black Bart won a game.
On into the night ping-a clicked the machines as bets mounted into astronomical
figures.
One
million, two million scudi, three million scudi changed hands--almost ten
dollars American. The whole liquid wealth of the frontier village was at
stake on the click of a pinball as the entire Ranger troop stood around
cheering on their hero. Even little Suzy Sapolio left the kettle of meatballs
she was stirring to join the
raucous group.
“Pasty,“ she called worriedly to the Ranger captain, “don’t
you think your bets are getting a little wild?
Why don’t you call it a night?”
“What!” exclaimed the captain, “and let this dude out of here
scot free? We’re going to clean out all of his scudi. Worry yourself
none, little Suzy,” he quothed, “there’ll be pizza for everybody
when we have done with him.”