The Gunman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Westerns  |  House: Booksie Classic
He sauntered down the street,

This man of the Old west.

Submitted: March 01, 2007

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He sauntered down the street,

This man of the Old west.


Many a time he’d been here, Had been through this test.

Many opponents had faced him.

He couldn’t count them all.


But every one that had done so, Were headed for their fall.

His gun was hung low,

Just below his hip.


Holster tied to his thigh, Had pearl handled grips.

The one he faced looked deadly,

Had an evil eye.


Wanted to send him to hell, Or his Maker in the sky.

The sun was casting shadows .But shone brightly in the street.


He wondered how many were looking on, To witness this deadly meet.

He spread his legs so slightly.

A slight bend in his knees,


To absorb the recoil of his deadly gun, Once it had been freed.

His hand swung freely,

The fingers at a very slight bend.


He eyed the other in the eyes, “You’re going to hell, my friend!”

The other went for his gun,

His hand slapped his thigh.


The other was faster than he thought, But, still, he had to try.

The lightening cleared his holster.

She screamed his name again.


The hammer fell home. To hell the other was sent.

He had ridded the world of an outlaw,

From him there would be no more crime.


Once more his mother called him. It was supper time.

He mounted up on old Paint.

Once more he accepted the crown.

He galloped for the house.

His stick pony dragging the ground.



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