Fastest Gun In The West
I live in a one horse cowboy town.
Why is it called a ‘one horse’ town?
The saloon rail has room for one horse is all.
The Livery Stable only has one stall.
Yet, it is a fair sized town.
Lots of people live close around.
One day a drifter came into town.
Got off his horse and looked around.
He went into the only saloon.
He ordered a drink. It was just before noon.
He sat and drank for awhile.
I rarely saw him crack a smile.
Then, another ‘gun slinger’ came in.
He looked around. He didn’t grin.
He saw the drifter & walked over.
He pulled up a stool. He looked bolder.
He said “Did you think you could hide away?”
The drifter didn’t have a thing to say.
He then said “You can run, but you can’t hide.”
The drifter just looked him in the eye.
‘Were going to find out if you’re the best.”
The drifter slowly opened his vest.
“I am not wearing a gun.”
“Then, you had better get yourself one.”
“If you don’t I will gun you down.”
“Then tell everyone I’m the fastest around.”
“You only have one chance to live.”
“Face me in a fair gunfight, or look like a sieve.”
The drifter slowly got to his feet.
Then he walked into the street.
He went to his saddlebags and got a gun.
He then proceeded to strap it on. Not for fun.
He walked into the street with the sun at his back.
The gun slinger said “You’re a dead man. It’s a fact”
The gun slinger moved and faced him in the street.
Neither said a thing as they spread their feet.
Then, the gun slinger made his move.
He was like greased lightning. Don’t be fooled.
But, he had barely started his draw
when a bullet struck him in the jaw.
His gun hadn’t quite yet cleared his holster.
The drifter was not any kind of boaster.
He turned and took off his gun.
Put it back in his saddlebag. He was done.
He mounted his horse and rode out of town.
Left the town folk standing around.
They buried the gun slinger in an unmarked grave.
Everyone knew how he had behaved.
They felt the drifter had every right.
He was the fastest thing in sight.
Yet, no one knew his name.
Even though, just the same.
The rumors spread of a man with no name.
He had a draw so fast, it was insane.
The drifter was never heard from again.
Seems he wanted it that way, they said with a grin.
—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)