The Boy's Back In Town

I'd been told
he was back
in his denims
and his hat.

Was he packing
a six-gun?
No one was too sure
about that

but when I heard
the jangle of his spurs
and caught the drawl
of his voice

I slipped into
Rocky Raccoon's Hardware Store
and let the ornery critter
pass by.

Him and I?
We never did see
eye to eye.
Not since that business with Nancy.

I knew he'd be heading
to the saloon.
I waited a while
then followed him in.

I was surprised
that an old hand
like him
had his back to the door.

It was easy.
I took aim
and, without a second thought,
shot him.

He didn't feel a thing.
(It was only later
I learned it was
not him).

Rocky

Young Cowboy