He rode into town
his horse
tired and thirsty
a gunman
wearing the exact
gun
he had killed so many
men with
only thing
following him
was his reputation
his fast trigger finger
because any man
foolish enough
to draw on him
is already dead
long ago
he pulled his gun
shot a lawman to death
cold blooded murder
but he never
went to prison
for his crime
because when they
caught him
he went to boot hill!
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