Deadman's Lyric.
An IronAge.Media Prompt - The Posse.
With a whip and a crack on an old horse’ back I gallop outrunning my sins. Behind, on our tail on the old doves’ trail red sun setting blood has been spilled. No fear or remorse on an old stolen horse I cock my pistol in my red right hand. Fading light of the dusk like iron has its rust a posse is formed to give chase. Relentless they stalk with the eyes of a hawk tracking me across the range. Treacherous trail in the night a man in his flight I am thrown from my horse in its haste. The last of the light the desert in the night I await my pursuers’ hammer cocked. As sure as they say that night follows day they find me no prisoners will be had. A showdown in the night s hots echo, birds take flight a last stand under the moon. Like judgements the bell tolls my pistol fires on those who would trade my head for coin. Like drops in the rain my bullets fire in vain dead or alive the quick and the dead. But my crimes can’t be undone my days walking this earth are numbered to be sure. Returning fire they claim another bounty for their fame the posse claims another life in debt. No story or song will come of doing that is wrong they would have hung by my neck to be sure. To my maker I will go, before winter and its snow, a life lived in ribaldry and sin.