word quickly spread when the outlaw came to town
born and bred to never
trust a stranger
he rode into town
in the dark of the night
and spent the evening
with spirits of his choosing
his debts forever
remained unpaid
well into the next life
and those who attempted
to collect his bounty
would never ride again
from out of the fire
he brandished pistols
as fluid as quicksilver
anxious at exacting
vengeance upon those
who did him wrong
towards the end
there was no settling in
and the road to redemption
became an allusion
the posse presented
as a possible way out
may two thousand thirteen
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