Zack Waverly Vol 6 Page 9
It was com'in up on daybreak
I was run'in out of time
While every second ran like sweat
Just one thought filled my mind
If he would turn his back
Or maybe look away
I could reach down in my boot to get
My gun, to make my play
But he had one eye trained on me
With one eye on the gold
I knew I'd better act real soon
Or end up stiff and cold
Then suddenly, I heard a voice
From down the graveyard mound
A voice I've heard once before
It was the sheriff of the town
He hollered to the Doc
"Is everything all right,
it concerned me just a little
you were up here through the night"
As the Sheriff walked through the shadows
of leafless trees long dead
He drew and cocked his pistol
then put a bullet through Doc's head
My first thought was, he saved me
But I really felt unsure
Perhaps is was the way
he was staring at the ore
And as I moved so slowly
inching toward my gun
the sheriff said "Hold It,
I wouldn't that son"
to be continued
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