The Rifleman
As a man with a gun, he was among the best.
He lived in North Fork out in the west.
As a widower, he felt much anguish and pain.
This extraordinary man was Lucas McCain.
He and his son Mark lived alone on a ranch.
On a tree of life, they were a strong branch.
Town marshal Micah often called him for aid.
Lucas stood strong, steady, and staid.
No one included McCain among the meek.
He stood as a hero on the television each week.
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