Tommy lowlife Tucker

Tommy lowlife Tucker Tommy lowlife Tucker

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Submitted: May 18, 2016

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The old gunfighter with his hat pulled down
looked menacing as he rode into town.
He was hired by big Frank Lion label at
birth with a branding iron.

The town folk sensed the danger as they
knew this killer well, he wasn't born of this
world he rose up from the bowels of hell.

Big Frank meet the fighter out there on the street,
and from closed doors and shuttered windows
the nervous people peeped.

Frank had a score to settle and it didn't matter
how, he knew Tommy lowlife Tucker had been
rustling and stealing cows.

At front of the saloon doors the fight called
Tommy out, he gave him two choices, to either
pay his debt or have his lights put out.

Tommy was a young buck and didn’t scare
well, he had a slight advantage too he knew
of darker places than the bowels of hell.

The old gunfighter realised this wasn't one
of his better calls, as he could only see a part of
Tommy standing by the saloon wall.

Tommy was no pushover and he was faster
on the drew and in a flash of gunfire the
old fighter lay dead on the floor.

Tommy was a big man now and went to
survey his prize, he didn't hear the crack or
see the flash, he just felt the bullet that hit
him between his eyes.

The town folk ignored big Frank holstering
up his gun, but they all knew the score was settled
and Tommy lowlife Tucker was gone.

It just goes to show, if you want a job doing
properly then do it yourself.

 


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