Dreamin’
Bounty hunter since 12 years old
I can’t remember the last time I felt my right hip with out a pistol
The cold hard but of my pistol against the warm side of my palm
Gun slingin’ is all I ever knew
It wont surprise me in the least if I buck out in smoke
In fact, that’s the only way I see myself goin’
My left eye is blind
It only sees the past
Memories
Incidents
Dreams
Nightmares
All twisted up into one single puddle
Between the barrel of a glass eye
I never knew what love was
Till that one god forsaken afternoon
I’d just finished finding my way back far from the saloon
I lay watchin’ the sunset ‘side my horse
The sun cast a silhouette against a figure before me
Long flowing hair blocked my sight
The calico before me was no regular gal
She wore a deep maroon sundress that blew with the wind
Justin’s fit her feet well
In the pit of her hand she held a sharp’s rifle
It pointed strait at me
And it was that single moment in time
Time stood still
A smirk rooted to her face, she said “mighty fine game”.
And that was the beginning of my dream
