/// Clint’s hand hovered right next to his gun,
for the shootout with Bart had begun.
They’d agreed they would meet
on Laredo’s Main Street
at the rise of the bright Winter Sun.
/// He watched Bart cinch his holster strap tighter,
steady handed, a seasoned gunfighter.
And what now caught Clint’s eye—
the intense orange sky,
proved in winter the sun’s even brighter.
/// Bart moved slowly left, shuffling his feet,
backing toward the east end of the street.
This maneuver caused Clint
to face sunrise and squint.
He’d assumed his opponent would cheat.
/// Bart had shot the town’s man of the law.
That dead marshal was Clint’s girlfriend’s Paw.
A slight smile on his lips,
Clint watched Bart’s hat eclipse
the sun. Now he could see the man draw.
/// Clint’s one chance at avoiding disaster,
was to draw his gun now, even faster.
Two gunshots filled the air
of Laredo’s town square.
Western gunmen now had a new master.