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The Gunslinger(The Beginning)

He use to carry guns,Back in the day. But he had put them up,to start a new way. He found a wife,and would settle down. Just a short stretch,on the outside of town. A young daughter,the two would raise. And soon forgot, his gunslinger days. Then they came,their intentions were clear. To rob and kill,anyone who was here. They left that house,one thing they would dread. They didn't make sure,everyone was dead. He opened his eyes,saw her laying on the floor. As he caught a glimpse of them,a dozen or more. He healed from his wounds,laid his little girl to rest. He vowed for revenge,as he opened the chest. He put his guns on again,looking straight ahead. He would not stop,until they all were dead. Out the door he went,to the house he would never return. He would go to his grave,with a heart that would burn. And now you know,the gunslingers story is told. The killing of his family,and the way it would unfold.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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