
Michaela
Left-Handed Bill: Chapter the First
Young William was new to town
He wore not the hardened frown
Of regulars at the saloon
He sauntered breezily through the doors
Past outlaws, bandits, townsmen, whores,
To wet his whistle at high noon
As he traded cartridge for whiskey dram
Their hackles rose, they stood as one man
And our Bill lowered his glass
Menacing loomed the crowd behind him
Feet planted firmly, hands on holsters,
Bill whirled quick as a flash
His long, light, coat flared 'round his ankles
'Pon the floor shells prolific jangled
His foes fell swift about him
Soon, Bill stood in the tavern's shambles
Second shot downed, then out he ambled
His bearing fell and grim
Easily his Bull Dog he holstered
Flipped through his sheaf of wanted posters
And sauntered to the bank
Then, sting successful and duly paid for,
Our boy Bill hopped down to shore
Chose a ship and named her "Gwawr"
Cast off to make a voyage far
Ran into a storm, and sank.