Gunfire On A Quiet Street

Like a lasso to a horse,
The noon sun drew him out.
His footsteps echoed until he realised he was no longer alone.

He saw rawhide saddles and a beaten horse-
A flash of steel-
-and then the ground rose up at an incredible speed.

Blood stained the ground and the inside of his mouth.
Footsteps echoed once more.
And then quiet returned to the street.

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