- Odds Against
-
- Just a thin shirt shielded the boy
from the cold
- but his gun hand was warm for the
fight.
-
- A lopsided hat propped close to
his eyes
- pulled one ear down on the
right.
-
- Outside the door of a dreary
saloon
- a man with a star took delight in
the kid
- and challenged him, using harsh
words for spite.
The kid's hand itched, ready to
draw
- knew the lawman would be his
tonight.
-
- "Sheriff." He called, "I don't
like you none,
- so pull on me law dog, I'm feelin'
alright."
A small crowd gathered from inside
the bar
- watching from shadows, out of the
light.
-
- Rain started falling and lightning
crashed
- adding suspense to the dangerous
sight.
-
- Both guns fired till a round found
its mark
- killing one man with it's quick
deadly bite.
The Sheriff winked as his deputy
walked up.
- Outdone by odds, the kid lost the
fight.
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