The Gunslinger

High noon... somewhere in the deep west a drifter rides into town in need of a fresh horse and some rest. he carries two 45's custom made to his taste with pearl handles and cursed steel many a man have tasted their fate. He carries no badge rides without a gang and for a purse of silver all he needs is a location and a name. he asks no questions don't care about the man or his crimes if justice comes by way of payment then it'll be done swiftly and on time. The deputy gets the sheriff the body found late that afternoon the dead man seemed to like his poker in the towns seedy saloon. the sheriff pushes back the slumped over gambler to see the dead man's fate two in the chest, one in the head funny, he was holding five eights. The gunslinger rides north it's been hours since the cheaters fate had been sealed it's a half a day's ride to tombstone there he'll pay for a woman and a meal. but for now, he'll stop, build a fire and listen to the coyote's sing this is the life of a gunslinger haunted by wanted posters and what tomorrow may bring. Copyright © Kurt Kohls |