The town is bare and dusty.
The sun cowards behind the saloon.
Dogs nursing pups outside the chapel,
And shadows tend to cross at high noon.
Love said, "Twenty paces?"
And Blood said "Well, I'll be damned!
The last man to challange me,
We rumbled to Hell and back again.
I drowned him in the river;
As I held him down, he breathed in deep.
Then from the depths, he freed the fish
And crowned himself their King."
"So that's a yes, then," Love was ready.
"What's your hurry?" Blood was not.
"My wife has got stew on the table,
And I'd like to get home to my son."
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