- Shootout
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- The man wearing black walked into
the street
- adjusting his stride to the midday
heat.
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- The sun was straight up and
boiling that day
- whiskey and anger had brought him
this way.
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- Hands slapped leather grabbin for
iron
- both men pulling their hog leg and
firin'.
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- Inside the stores they bet on the
outcome
- cowboys and drifters who wanted to
win some.
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- The man in black had let loose all
five
- his opponent staggered and fell,
but alive.
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- Witnesses carried him off from the
fight
- later, alone, he died in the
night.
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- Around the bar bets got paid
off
- back in the corner, Doc started to
cough.
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