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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gunfight in old Abilene With his hat drawn way down, reins loose in his hands His horse sweating pints, the sun burning down The dust from the trail was choking his throat The Abilene sign, said, two miles to go He rode into town, stared the folk down He pulled up his horse at the watering trough All scuttled inside as his boot hit the ground The word was soon spread, that he was in town His aim to avenge, a brother who’d died By hand of a cowpoke, o’er game o’ cards Known to be cheating and fast with a gun He’d drawn and fired on unarmed man Stepped out the poke, with a gun on each side The stranger he sees with a look in his eye Some paces they took, no words were exchanged They stood face to face, staring each down Silence it fell, the nerves were of steel Dust blew around on the faintest of breeze The desolate street, unreal in the scene The stranger stood waiting, death in his eye The air, it was crushed, as the guns they were fired Bullets passed wild, on wings of hate A thud, a cry, a hit was made One fell to the ground, the sun burning down The dust and the smoke, cleared from the air Onto the street, the folks gathered round Amazed at the speed the actions had been Declaring the duel had seen a fair fight He mounted his horse, tugged brim of hat, His mission complete, justice on course A man of the old west who never looked back Where sun had gone down for the poke on the ground
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