He rode a metronome, a-saddled high, burdened with lead,<\/p>\n
Weeks a-rode from home, September sky unpleasant red,<\/p>\n
His head a heavy tome, a desp\u2019rate guy in want of bed,<\/p>\n
A dirt encrusted dome, black-dripping eye, and close to dead.<\/p>\n
His hoss, a steady mare, relentless marching in its sway,<\/p>\n
A\u2019course, not heard no-where neither a whinny nor a neigh,<\/p>\n
A tossin\u2019 of its hair is all it ever had to say,<\/p>\n
And limp across its rear, the bloodied bounty of the day.<\/p>\n
He met with sister silence in the dust that marked the town,<\/p>\n
Regretful of the violence in the bust that just went down,<\/p>\n
He served with due reliance to the Sheriff\u2019s beckon\u2019 frown,<\/p>\n
As\u2019ta answer with defiance, he\u2019d-a hung, and whipped and drown.<\/p>\n
They pull\u2019d the body\u2019s collar and it hit the lawmen\u2019s stoop,<\/p>\n
A pocketful of dollars hand-to-handed from the group,<\/p>\n
The rider want-a holler, but his lungs were thick-as-soup,<\/p>\n
T’saloon a-rode the brawler, need-of restin\u2019 and recoup.<\/p>\n
His nightmare-riddled sleep, cut short t’no longer unfold,<\/p>\n
In dark, and gravel-deep, a voice came strong’a will and bold,<\/p>\n
To the trigger\u2019s metal creep, \u201cYa gone and killed yer brother cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
For what you sow, you reap, and so my tale has now been told.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He rode a metronome, a-saddled high, burdened with lead, Weeks a-rode from home, September sky unpleasant red, His head a heavy tome, a desp\u2019rate guy in want of bed, A dirt encrusted dome, black-dripping eye, and close to dead. His hoss, a steady mare, relentless marching in its sway, A\u2019course, not heard no-where neither a