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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was an old cowboy named Claude LaFeet, the scourge of the western plain. A Frenchman by birth and a man of some girth, he limped and carried a cane. He had been to the 'Pen,' had put in his time, was now ready to settle the score. To hunt down a Man, a coward named Stan, this time it would be war. But Claude was flat broke, he needed a stake and was in a great deal of pain. He had sold his boots and needed more loot, he'd have to rob a train. He went to a bar where the liquor flowed cheap, 'Fellas, I'm in a bind.' Claude was hoping for more but he got only four, they were the worst men he could find. They set their trap for the 'Tombstone Special.' he was told it carried a vault. They began the attack by blocking the track, the train came to a screeching halt. They found the safe and blew open the door, and there in the morning light. He had been told... there might be gold, it looks like they were right. They divided their booty, he thanked them all, they asked what were his plans? 'To scour the plains hopefully not in vain for a coward by the name of Stan.' One slowly piped up,' I know that man, he lives in a nearby town. He's dating a girl by the name of Pearl with hair colored chestnut brown.' Claude hopped on his horse and found the place but remembered years ago. When in a street one night they intended to fight but Stan had failed to show. Tired of waiting, Claude returned to the bar and was walking through the door. He heard a loud crack, he had been shot in the back, he lay bleeding on the floor. Years had passed with the bullet still there, he was thinking Stan might flee. When on the walk he heard Stan talk, 'I hear you're looking for me.' They went for their guns in a blinding flash, it had all come down to this. But Claude was beguiled when he saw Stan smile, the coward hadn't missed. An old cowboy dies remembered by none, a man extremely flawed. But it was his gain now no longer in pain, he would answer to his God. Legends die and stories are told of men who can't be beat. How that hero Stan... shot his Man ...the coward Claude Lafeet.
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