My newest (finished) writing. Enjoy.
Sitting on the outdoor deck wind blowing through my hair,
A horse came screeching to a halt, dust thrown into the air.
“I hear that you’re the sheriff here,” The rider said with glee,
“but compared to me, I’ll do what I please, cause you’re not dangerous here.
Out came a gun, aimed straight at me, but I knew what to do,
I spun around and punched straight up and through the air it flew.
The rider’s eyes grew wide in shock but changed back just as fast,
“I have a bet,” He said to me, “that’ll decide the town at last.
We’ll meet again at strike of noon and have a little ‘chit,’
Cuz men like us in a town like this just ain’t gonna fit.”
“I’ve met men like you before, and they’re all just the same, just get them mad and they go down.” I said, joining the game.
He gave a sneer and walked away but I stayed at my spot.
For men like this just always fought with everything they’ve got.
The noon bell struck later that day, I met near the saloon,
The rider, he was there as well but his expressions shrewn.
I saw that he’d picked up his gun, returned it to his sack,
And one hand hovered right above it, the other behind his back.
His face twitched as a warning which I had learned to heed,
I dived away just as his gun, from its sack was freed.
Behind a barrel I hid from shots which missed me by a hair,
In rage the rider threw a bomb which soared into the air.
His left hand free he ran for cover and I did just the same, for seconds later, half the store blew apart with a bang.
I drew my gun deciding that the madness ended now,
And found the rider inside the store who quickly gave a bow.
His arrogance giving me the advantage that I needed,
I hit the rider over the head, who fell down defeated.
His unconscious body hidden inside a manure wagon,
The town was safe from ones who made situations madden.
