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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black An old boy was heard to say "I think he's come back". He took his horse to the stable, then went to the boarding house Before he went in looked across the street, to the town jailhouse There was a familiar figure sat outside, in a rocking chair Cradling a Winchester and the stranger, felt his cold stare. He'd returned after all these years; he had something to prove And just after a few days back in town, he would make his move But Sheriff Koplin is no fool and he had planned up far ahead And had formed a posse whilst the stranger slept in his bed. Three fiesty girls from the saloon, Jan and Jenna, Tania too And a Texas ranger called David who was just passing through With gambler Milton who was deadly, with a colt forty five And Tom the undertaker who looked more dead than alive. It was the evening of the showdown; the stranger came out of the saloon The sun was now setting but the tension had been building up since noon From his holster he withdrew his pistol and then fired shots up into the air The stranger was not one for living a peaceful life and he just didn't care. Sheriff Koplin approached him and said "Hand over your gun" And the stranger replied "Lighten up man, I'm just having fun" The stranger was laughing now and looking down at his feet The townsfolk were nervous and had disappeared off the street. Then behind the stranger came a shout in a loud Texas drawl It was Jenna disguised as an old woman, covered with a shawl "You heard the sheriff " she shouted, "put your gun on the ground" The air was now thick with tension and you couldn't hear a sound. Then from nowhere the rest of the posse appeared pistols in hand They abhorred bullies and conflict and were prepared to make a stand The stranger realised he couldn't win and threw his gun down Walked to the livery stable to get his horse, and rode out of town. The drama was now over but it could have gone either way Sheriff Koplin and his posse restored peace, and had won the day It was now days end in Soup Creek in that peaceful frontier town All you could hear were chirping crickets as the sun was going down. Written on 20th May 2022.
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