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The Loner
Veins of ice water
with a splash of bourbon,
his rough cut gnarly scowl
ran roughshod over
a pasty faced crowd
The silence could be heard the next county over.
Good guy,
bad guy,
or just the best man for the job,
it was his for the taking.
He didn't.
Without a word,
he rode off into the blazing desert dawn,
saving himself.