A Grueling Death
Farther and farther the race went in,
The sun burning upon their wrinkled old Stetsons.
Their horses snorting for a breath.
Suddenly the fiery red mustang stumbled,
Flying went the cowboy,
Landing viciously upon the sizzling sand.
From outlaw to cowboy an evil grin was sent.
Fist to jaw,
Knee to groin,
They went rolling in the sand.
Groans escaped,
Blood escaped.
The cowboy gasped for breath as he stood,
Hate beaming in his already swollen eyes.
The outlaw stirred,
Yet never again would he rise.
The cowboy strode to his fiery red mustang,
Only to find that his loyal companion had run his race.
With one last glare of disdain,
Toward the heap of the outlaws body,
And the cowboy mounted upon the outlaws black,
And rode away,
Into the burning sunset he disappeared.
This was the way the west was built.
By Rebekah
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