Lonesome Stranger Poem by Wakefield Mahon

The plains were still as the sun set down
A silent man rode into town
And as he rode, the people stared
At the shadow with long and dusty hair
He took off his hat as he sat at the bar
The sheriff hollered, 'Who do y' think y' are,
Comin' into our quiet town,
Nuthin' to show but a horse and a frown?
I suggest y' skedaddle an' I mean soon
There'll be trouble if you ain't out town by noon.'
Finishing his beer, the stranger smiled
He said, 'Yup, I think I'll stay here awhile.
T' mess with a stranger sure ain't wise'
Then he shot the sheriff right between the eyes.
When the people saw what the stranger'd done,
They formed a posse and he had to run.
He mounted his horse and rode away.
'Guess this means that I won't stay'
Off he rode like renegade ranger
Forever, remembered as the lonesome stranger