Man of the Law

I could feel-em when they rode into town,
set off-a hateful ole ruckus all around.

Like they'd rode in on the front edge of a storm,
ugly, ornery... I felt they was an evil swarm.

Want-n ta know, "who's the Law-man", they said,
I show'd-em who a Man Of The Law was instead.

I walked out slowly to the middle of town,
planted my stance straight firmly to the ground.

Soon as they seen me, here they come about,
one holstered accusations, the other slung doubt.

The first-n came a eyeball-n me, up and down,
look-n for a weakness but there weren't one found.

I seen-em look-n at my badge think-n all it meant,
weren't my name on the star but who I represent.

I looked at my badge and back straight in his eyes,
he was too scared to draw on even one of his lies.

Then snuck up the other-n look-n what was in my holster,
seen the ware on the leather and knew then my bolster.

I drew down on-em hard and then yelled "git",
and they both rode out-a here in such a fit.

By: Preston Pittman

I love you.

"And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons." Mark 16:17