God's Lightning

My horse had bolted at the flash of lightning, amplified by thunder. The saddle bags contained the cash I'd stolen, welcome to Down Under. She'd stared at me with eyes so blank and fingers baring frightened nerves it was the Oodnadatta Bank and she had overflowing curves. I got a couple million quid enough for Ulahf Isle, but now it looked as if my bid for freedom on the Nile was put on hold by circumstance, perhaps it was my God, who'd interfered with my great plans the deal was rather odd. It happened that at the Corral outside the township proper a posse stood and my friend Mal, who was the local copper lassoed the horse and all that gold and looked inside the bags. He found the money in the fold right under the old rags. The banker smiled from ear to ear but looked in my direction. My fleeting hope turned into fear of imminent detection. When lightning struck again, so soon. The posse stopped at once, then turned and rode toward High Noon with fully loaded guns. It must be God who figured that a balance had returned. God never liked our tit-for-tat as far as man's concerned.