Gunslinger

Gunslinger I swung the doors open, hard and loud My view was hindered by the cloud. Of smoke and ash in hand and tray As I darkly stood in that old doorway. Dried blood 'n stale beer spotted the floor. They told of bad stories while predicting more. It was their place, I came from afar. I was the stranger in the ol' folks bar. I wasn't like 'dem, ol' regular folk. I came with a holster not proverbial joke. My face was grimy, my spurs showed rust, I groaned, I shouted, and 'den I cussed. She saw my move, it preceding her scream Now before her eyes one horrific dream. My hand with pistol rose into place She lifted her arms and covered her face. I downed my whiskey, 'da final drop Everything slowed, then came to a stop. I fired first once and again now twice Then I left that ol' bar and 'dem two dead mice.