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My hand slipped off my boot
and ran along the ore 
as the sun made all the gold 
glare much brighter than before

The piece that I had palmed
and positioned in my hand
reflected so much Sun
it would blind most any man

With the glare now in his eyes
the Sheriff couldn't see
He found it very difficult
to point his six gun straight at me

I saw him fire off a shot
as he stumbled to the grown
and hit his head upon a rock
the moment he fell down

I jumped up from the ditch
as I stood there by his side
I saw him take his last faint breath
Close his eyes and simply die

I stood there for a moment
half in shock and disbelief
but I managed a slight smile
Cause my soul was now relieved

So I walked up to the wagon
tied the Sheriff's horse on back
loaded up some gold
that I collected in four sacks

I was careful when I left there
not to leave a trace
but I didn't take much time
To leave that crazy place

The end.....   Watch for of Zack Waverly's adventures

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