Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Cowboy (Short Story)

He stalks the Earth
He casts a mighty shadow as he goes
Eyes glowing like that of a lighting bolt
Hair long and flowing
Skin rough from ages of wondering

He has no name
Though he has gone by many
No one really knows him
Nor the tail of his life
He just walked into town one night

They say night
Though it was the noon of day
The shadow he cast
Darkened every step he made

Quick with a gun
Quicker than yet any have seem
Before you even touched your belt
He'd cut you clean

He came looking for trouble
That is just what he found
He called them out
Demanded a fight
By the setting sun
Just before night

When the time came
They gathered in the street
He stood at one end
His victims on the other
Staring at each other
Waiting for the slightest move

A twitch from the bad guys
He knew
He drew
Faster than lighting
The shots rang out
When the smoke had cleared
He had mowed them all down

He left
Walking away
Stalking the Earth once more

To fight another day

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