08 The Bounty Hunter

There were tales of a man from Wyoming
tracking down the most vicious outlaws.
He carried a shot gun and a revolver,
and was more than quick on the draw.

Most others generally used rifles
and usually back shot their prey.
Old Buck had a reputation that gave
each of them at least another day.

He’d first face down the outlaws,
giving them a chance to surrender.
But, if they refused after that,
it was their life they would render.

To get the information he requested,
Katie walked into the back room.
She was convinced this was the man
who’d sent many to their tomb.

Upon the wall rack he hung up his hat,
the Greener was propped next to the desk.
Katie handed him the newspapers stating
the Bartlett gang had recently headed west.

“Beg pardon, Miss Katie,” The copy boy
returned from running his errand.
“Miss Liz says your new hat and shawl arrived
from Sears & Roebuck on the freight wagon.”

“Do you need anything else?” She asked
before heading to the general store.
“This will be sufficient.” Studying her face
while within his mind he implored.


Katie’s heart pounded wildly
as she gazed into his sapphire eyes.
Old Buck stared back at her blankly,
as they said their good-byes.

He read the newspapers, jotted a few notes,
and returned the papers back to Paul.
He put on his duster, grabbed his shot gun,
and took his hat from the rack on the wall.