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
dont 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 sherriff
the body found late that afternoon
the dead man seemed to like his poker
in the towns seedy saloon.
the sherriff pushes back the slumped over gambler
to see the dead mans fate
two in the chest, one in the head
funny, he was holding five eights.
The gunslinger rides north
and its been hours since the cheaters fate had been sealed
its a half a days 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 coyotes sing
this the life of a gunslinger
haunted by wanted posters
and what tomorrow may bring...
Copyright © Kurt Kohls |
Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2017
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