Outlaw Rides Alone

Outlaw Rides Alone

There alone stood a cowboy,

With his black Stetson pulled low,

His chaps and leather vest covered in dust,

He was leaning against the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand.

He’s returning from a trip to hell,

Armed and dangerous, he lives life on the edge,

As noticed by the notches etched in the grip of his colt Peacemaker,

His determination, his vengeance holstered on his hip.

He rides out alone with silence for a friend,

Where danger and evil lurk around the cold, hard trail,

As he rides with the devil in his sight,

And he tries to put distance between old ghosts and bad deeds.

He'll never be caught, never be taken alive,

Feeling pain and pleasure as he stands like an unsung hero,

Facing down hustlers, rustlers and thieves,

From the saddle with an angry, blazing gun,

Another man dies, as the outlaw rides alone...

     6/19/2017

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is an authentic character profile done in an artistic style to lightly soften the edges of a harsh life. I love the balance between gracefully-stated observations & the more straightforward ones. Good imagery to convey an aura of how it might feel to be nearby watching this guy go thru his motions (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ghost]

Thank you, I could watch westerns and superhero movies a lot of time... It's strange where I seem to get inspiration sometimes... Thank you for the comment

[barleygirl]

I love it when writers have many widely-varied ideas for things to write about!