He rode into town on his old trusty mare
The dry desert dust had peppered his hair
Large beads of sweat dripped down from his chin
On his face he wore an evil grin.
He had come to this place seeking revenge
on a man he had , at one time called friend
He had been betrayed and now he must kill
The man who was known as fast draw Bill.
For his old friend Bill had stolen his wife
now that thieving cur must pay the price
Whether by knife or whether by gun
He was cornered now with nowhere to run.
When he found his friend he was already dead
His wife had shot him through the head
For fast draw Bill had taken her by force
And bound her tightly to his speedy horse.
She had sworn an oath, once her hands were free
She would kill him and back to her love she'd flee
Smoking gun in hand , she knelt on the floor
As her husband came crashing through the door.
He scooped her up into his strong loving arms
And promised his wife she would suffer no harm
They would find a Town where no one knew their name
And start their happy life all over again.
Written by Christine Robertson