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.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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