A Sheriff and his Gun
It was Noon, Saturday, July the 12th, 1849.
After a few drinks, the outlaw thought it was time
to call the town sheriff out for a duel.
The sheriff walked away alive, loosing his cool.
Along with the pointed badge, he lost his pride,
and there was really no place to hide.
At least he still had his life, but one filled with shame.
The coward’s seal was by his name.
There was a lovely woman in his life,
and someday he wished he could be his wife.
Her name was Karla Ann Moore, and her
father owned the local feed, supply and drug store.
She offered him a simple, but complicated plan
to prove to everyone he was a man’s man.
She had talent, beauty and obvious charms.
It was so easy for him to find comfort in her arms.
She could save him from a fate worse than death.
His job as a sheriff was not over yet.
Someone had quickly taken his place, and he would
challenge the man in the next sheriff’s race.
Ms. Moore worked daily on his self-esteem, and
at the same time, make him become mean
in the eyes of those who wanted to break the law.
This was the vision on the shattered man she saw.
First, she persuaded the sheriff to make him a deputy.
This was the first step in her plan, you see.
Then the election for public officials came around,
and he spoke to the people of the frontier town.
He said he was an officer of the peace, not the gun.
He would fire his weapon if he was forced to use one, but
he was tired of explaining why he killed a mother’s son.
The people heard his reasoning, voted, and he won.
Soon he was put to the test, and other life was lost,
and his label of a coward was quickly tossed.
After the election, he married Karla Ann Moore,
and became a partner in her father’s store.
A woman had to support her only man before
he could really believe in what he did stand.
