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The Gunfighter

The Gunfighter By: Tom Wright 1997 I knoweth not From whence he came. He just appeared He gave 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 faux pearl grips. His hat-shaded brow Held beaded sweat. His trip into Dodge Was to settle a bet. With a drawl he then said I've come to see. If It’s like I've heard That you're as fast as me. Then at twenty paces Both solemn faced. We each knew soon One would be erased. We both drew and fired At the count of three. Then I felt a sharp sting As his bullet struck 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 quickest today.

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