The Gunfighter

I knoweth not from whence he came, He just appeared giving us no name. He had close set eyes that gave but a glance, Immediately I knew I had no chance. The tied off holsters he wore on his hips, Held two forty-fives, with pearl grips. His hat shaded brow held beaded sweat, His trip into Dodge was to settle a bet. With his drawl he then said I've come to see. If It's like I've heard that your as fast as me. Then at twenty paces both solemn faced, We each new soon one would be erased. We both drew and fired at the count of three, Then I felt a sharp sting as his bullet hit me. While I searched for blood with his drawl he spoke, Pick yourself up old man it was only a joke. From the ground I arose having but little to say, For this strangers gun was fastest today.