The Dakota kid had been riding for two days, and finally felt sure he had shaken off the posse which had been on his tail since his latest bank robbery. Her was tired and saddle-sore a that creek looked mighty inviting.
Stripping off his sweaty and dusty clothes he dived into the creek playing about in the water more like a ten year old boy than a nineteen year old outlaw.
Exhausted from the hours in the saddle weariness finally overtook him and he fell asleep on the rocks at the side of the creek.
By noon the temperatures was approaching 100f, and the scorching sun shone fiercely onto the sleeping outlaw, turning his tender white behind, which had previously been protected from its rays, pinker and pinker.
Eventually the Dakota kid awoke, and immediately aware of a sore and burning sensation to his butt cheeks.
To his horror he realised he had a sun burnt bottom, he cussed at his stupidity, that would make the rest of his ride really uncomfortable.
Then the sound of galloping hooves distracted him from his sore behind, to his horror, he realised he had slept too long and the posse had caught up with him.
His butt like a pin cushion the kid jumped up with a cry of pain, immediately giving away his hiding place to the amused deputies.
Laughing heartily the posse members gathered round to pull cactus needles out of their captive’s stinging rump.
One all the needles were removed, the sheriff threw the Dakota kid across his knee and delivered a well deserved but (from the Kid’s perspective) badly timed, spanking to his already well punished bottom. “That will teach you to rob banks in my town!” snarled the Sheriff.
And a very painful one for the Dakota kid, as his cherry red bottom bounced up and down on the back of the horse.
Unfortunately each bounce brought his behind closer to an ill tempered travelling companion, which also had a sting in its tail!