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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants Don’t be a doubtin, that Marshall ain’t messin A man ain’t alone when he’s got Smith n Wesson An outlaw’s revolver, a volley of lead A slug on the rebound leaves Rick O’Shey dead Wayne chewed his cheroot and a grin split his lips Hands above holsters gainst each of his hips ‘Sonny Pritt, I’m here to banish your ilk So get off your horse and drink your milk’ Pritt said I won’t stand here in fear of my life For a man with an Indian brave for a wife You stand there and tell me you’re Marshall John Wayne You wanna think whose side your on... just sayin Wayne said don’t you try it, don’t one of you frown One out of place twitch, and I’ll cut you all down Pritt said I think we should take this outside So shoot me or follow, I’ll let you decide He ducked the swing doors and stepped out of the tavern And read the smoke signals from Sitting Duck cavern I think what it says is, ‘Hey you, in the town Many men try to bring my white man down He’s braver than one of Geronimo’s sons But tell him come home... He’s forgotten his guns.’ 21 January 2021 (abridged for contest’s line limit) Contest: Cowboy Sponsor: Line Gauthier