The Gunslinger

He was a gunslinger from the lone star state, With a mind full of anger and a heart full of hate. He wore two six shooters,one on each hip, With the notches of the dead cut into the grip. The eyes of this gunslinger showed no emotion or fear, Every one kept there eyes on him when he was near. Then along came a stranger,with a star upon his chest, Looking for the man from the deep southwest. He called the man out from the lone star state. He knew that talking was useless,his words would carry no weight. As they pulled there guns,the gunslinger gave it his best. But the bullet that struck first was from the man with the star on his chest. When the gunslinger hit the ground,the marshal asked him why, The man from the lone star state showed emotion and shed a tear from his eye. She was just a kid when the gang rode into town, She was barely sixteen,why did they gun her down. You finally put me to rest,the anger and hate will finally subside, And as the gunslinger past away,the marshal finally knew why.